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I didn't Know
by: nonono69
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My name is Jack and this story is something that never seems
to leave my mind. Why it had to happen I will never know. Throw
too much booze into the formula and funny things seem to take
place. I grew up in a really wonderful atmosphere. My mom
and dad were great and I had a younger sister that I watched
out over. My sister was about three years younger then me so
we didn't really hang out that much together, but we got along
great and she really looked up to me. Every time she started
a new school I was just leaving it. Of course everybody called
her Jack's little sister. But she also found out that I had
made a lot of friends and they all treated her extra nice
because of who she was. So instead of hating it, she really liked
being "Jack's little sister".

I finally finished high school and left to go away for college.
When I left I was 19 and my Sister Karen was 16 and just
entering 10th grade. To me she was always my young little sister
that I protected so much thru the last 10 years. I came home
quite a bit during my first year but I slowly started making my
own life. I did not come home at all during my second or third
year of college. It was far enough away you had to fly and I was
just having too good a time at college. I was in a couple
fraternities and again, I set up a huge base of friends. It just
seemed to come very easy to me. Finally, in a week, my final
year of college would be starting. I actually called home and
talked to everyone and Karen was very eager to talk to me. She
asked me all about the college and how I liked it. Of course I
told her the truth and told her it was the best time of my life.
Of course this is exactly what she had hoped to hear.

Unknown to me, she had talked mom and dad into letting her go
to the very same college. She knew how easy her time at school
had been because she was my sister and she figured that wouldn't
change if she went to the same school I did. But this time she
wanted it to be a complete surprise. She made mom and dad promise
not to let the cat out of the bag by telling me about it. She
wanted for me to just see her one day on campus and that would be
such a great moment for her. She had followed me thru school our
entire life and this would be such a fun finish to it all. Plus
she was really hoping that I had blazed the trail for her and
she would have as good as time as I did. What she didn't
understand was a good time to a single guy was a lot of drinking
and a lot of girls. I got plenty of opportunity to discover both
due to my connections with the fraternities.

The day finally came with Karen boarded the plane and left our
parents. For the first time she was on her own and also for the
first time, our parents had the house to themselves. I think
Karen was just as excited about leaving as mom and dad were
about being able to run around freely in their own home whenever
they wanted. For over 20 years, they couldn't do that. Now it
was time for their second honeymoon also. Karen was like a lost
little puppy. She had never been out on her own but she knew
she didn't want my help. She wanted to try to figure everything
out on her own. She did really good at it too. Karen was now
20 years old. Her birthday had only been a few weeks ago. I
registered for my classes in no time because I knew all the
tricks. It took Karen a couple days to get everything set up
the way she wanted. She met a couple nice girls and really
liked her dorm roommate. Her door roommate was one year ahead
of her but about her same age. She helped Karen get use to
dorm life and taught her the facts about how to get around the
college. It was still the first week and we had not come across
each other yet. Karen had promised herself that she would not
say a word until we both accidentally met on the campus
somewhere. She really wanted this to be a surprise.

The main reason we had not met is because we had classes in
different buildings. While most of my classes were last year
classes in Engineering, her classes were basic entry level stuff.
The start of the second week was the week the clubs really
started recruiting for the fraternities. Not everybody got to be
inducted into a club so you had to know somebody or really fight
for your spot. Karen's roommate suggested she join her club.
Karen didn't know any better so of course she accepted. They
did all the prelims and everything went fine. By the end of the
second week, we had still not met. Mom and dad really wanted to
tell me she was here but they kept their promise and waited for
Karen to call them and let them know we talked. The first week
Karen called home about every night, but already it had dropped
to every third night. Homework and running around with the girls
really took up all her time. Tonight was the beginning of hazing
weekend. Kelly's roommate told her these next two nights were
going to make or break everything. Karen tried to ask about
what it was like, but all she would get out of it was that she
would really enjoy it all. Just don't fight anything the girls
ask you to do or they will disqualify you. That happens to
about half the girls that go for these two nights.

When Friday night came, Karen really was very scared. They all
went to the fraternities club house and a long twenty minute
speech was given. It talked about all the different things the
girls would have to do, and not once were they allowed to refuse.
It also said all the girls 'ALWAYS' kept secret these two days.
Nobody was every allowed to talk about what had happened. If a
member does, they are expelled immediately. Now I knew why my
roommate was so quiet. The night started off innocently enough
with us pretending to drink a special brew. It was easy to tell
it was some cheap beer. Then we were sent on a mission with one
of our sisters in the club. It was like a big mission to find
exactly what was on our card to find. When we found it, we
would drink another special brew then go off to find the next
item. It was rather fun and it started at 4:00 in the afternoon.
The items were rather easy to find, in fact I suspected my
club sister was sort of leading the way. It soon became clear
that every 15 minutes, I would 'FIND' my next item, and have to
drink a plastic club of special brew.

The brew always tasted like beer but it was getting a much
stronger taste of alcohol with each stop. They must have been
spiking it stronger at each stop. I had just about decided to
have a bite before I came out but for some reason I didn't. Now
I was drinking good quantities off alcohol on an empty stomach.
I knew that wasn't good but we were still have a really good
time. Soon it went from 4 to 5, from 5 to 7, then I never even
knew it when it was 9pm. I was exactly like the other 10 girls
that were trying for the five spots. Drunk on my ass. I had
really only been drunk once before and didn't like the after
effects. I was sick most the next day. But they had made a fun
game out of this drinking and it went by really quickly. I was
to naive to know they always make a fun game out of drinking
to get the girls drunk. Everything here at college was about
drinking and fucking. I didn't know that as of yet.

All the girls were taken back to the main clubhouse only after
their assigned 'SISTER' decided they were drunk enough. I
wasn't the first one to show up but I wasn't the last one either.
After we got back to the club house everybody clapped and
congratulated us and tried to feel out how drunk we were. Some
were still a little too sober and they were led to another room
where they had some more 'TESTS' to go thru. Of course with
each completed test, more drinks were given them. By 10pm, all
10 girls were so drunk they didn't really understand everything
going on around them. This is what they called 'COED DRUNK' on
the campus. All the guys hoped to get their girls this drunk.
Sometimes it worked, but after the first time of being returned
home and not really knowing what happened, most girls were
a lot more cautious in the future.

It was now time for part two of the initiation. Each girl was
taken to a room and two or three of the sisters would redress
her into her new outfit of the evening. It would be some sort
of sexy costume outfit. Something that you would pay about 20
dollars for in a cheap adult store. They had maid outfits,
school girl outfits, cowgirls, slaves, princess, leather, barbi
dolls, etc. I was so drunk I didn't know any better. The two
girls quickly dressed me in a tiny French maid outfit. I always
had a drink in my hand and after every little piece was put on
they had me taking a sip of my drink. Sometimes they had to hold
it up to my mouth while I took a sip. Whenever that happened,
the sip turned into a couple huge gulps as the tipped the glass
up higher.

My little maids outfit was red and it was made of sheer stocking
material. It had a top that pushed my boobs up but didn't cover
them at all. I didn't have really huge boobs but the wire bra
pushed them high up in the sky and made it seem like I had more
then I did. I don't even remember looking at what they were
doing. They had their exact instructions and every girl was
going to come out dressed to look just about the same. Only in
different outfits. They slide some thin fishnet white undies
on me but I had no ideal they didn�t have a bottom in them. It
felt like undies to me. Next came bright white thigh high hose
and two red gloves that pulled up over my elbows. They laid
me back on the bed after getting me to drink another couple
huge sips then they started working on my face. This is where
they did every girl the same. Ton's and ton's of makeup. They
put so much on it actually disguised the way each girl looked.
White, red, blue. Eyes, cheeks, chin, lips. The two of them
spent about 15 minutes on my face. Then the very last step
was the tall red high heels and a white pin on head piece.

They helped me to my feet but with those shoes on I could only
wobble. With a girl on each side of me I was led out to where
the other girls were. What a display that was on sight. Very
scantily clad girls all about my age. All totally drunk and
sitting in big chairs on a stage. We had to wait about 15
minutes before the last of the girls were finished. There on
the stage were the ten of us girls dressed as we had probably
never been in our life. There in the audience was over 75
guys, all from our brother sorority. They all paid $100.00 to
be here tonight. Of course that went into our PARTY fund. But
what happened next really got the crowd going. One at a time
the girls were walked forward and only one person was allowed
to have a camera, that was the main photographer for our
sorority. She could take pictures to keep in the sorority, but
they could never leave. The photo album had over 400 girls in
it already, and all of them exactly like the girls now drunk
sitting in their chairs.

What happened next was that one a time, after each girls picture
was taken, she was led to the front of the stage and laid down
on a high beach type chair. It was the type chair where the
back could be lowered and the person was then laying down.
The first girl was lowered and to the chant of the crowd, every
little black stubble of hair on her pussy was razored off. All
the guys were cheering and getting the best views they could.
You could not really make out who the girls were because of
all the makeup, but all of us really looked hot in our sexy
little outfits. I was about the forth girl to be shaved. I
had never shaved my pussy before. Oh sure, trim it up but never
shave it all off. I was no virgin as I lost that when I was
16, but it was something I had never even thought of doing.
I was just a drunk as all the other 10 girls. Some they didn't
have to shave, lo and behold, they were already bare or just
about bare. But when it was over, we were ALL COMPLETELY BARE.

The roar of the crowd was tremendous. Finally the guys were
ready for the next part. The chairs in the room were folded
up and the lights changed to a more subdued mode. Then all of
us girls were helped to the floor and for $5.00 a minute, a guy
could dance with the girl of his choice. Of course the line
was huge for each girl in the beginning. The guys had to hold
the girls up and at this point there was still picture taking
going on. For the next hour the girls were led around the
floor and many guys hands were exploring just about anything
they wanted. Some guys spent another $100.00 in the course
of that hour. Of course between dances beer after beer was
forced into the just about passed out girls. I know I was
feeling nothing and remembering nothing. I was semi awake but
no knowledge of what was going on registered in my mind.

Finally everybody had to leave, that was, everybody except all
the sisters and all the SENIORS of their male counterpoint club.
In all there were six Male seniors. Guess what, for the next
two hours the guys had the girls ALL TO THEMSELVES with even
the sisters not really paying any attention. It was the Seniors
big present and every Student that was part of the sorority
waiting for their SENIOR year to come. I was one of the what
the guys called "VERY CUTE" girls. Everyone was sort of trying
to end up with me. But in the long run, the day I had been
waiting for finally showed up. I was just about to run into my
brother for the very first time. He was so well liked that he
had the choice between two girls. If he had picked the other
one, I wouldn't be where I was today. But he picked ME! He had
not seen me in three years and I had grown into quite a woman by
then. He also had no way of knowing I was there on campus. He
would have never let me wound up here in this condition, if I
had only went with what mom and dad said and told him.

My brother danced and played with my body a good 45 minutes.
But then he just sort of danced me off the floor and found
a nice big cushion chair in the corner. He made out with me
another ten minutes. I didn't know what I was doing but I was
sort of kissing him back. He couldn't get enough of my shaved
pussy and his fingers had me soaking wet with just a few
quick strokes. I didn't know how sex felt this drunk and in a
way it really magnifies your senses. I felt every position his
fingers found and my body was really getting excited from it all.
My brother had learned a long time ago in college that sex was
nothing that was hidden. Everybody expected it and most were
not afraid to go all the way right in the middle of a party, at
least if there was enough alcohol in the girl. In my case, there
was an over abundance of it. I was just going with the flow. All
the seniors knew they could go all the way, as they never really
had a virgin girl come thru here before, but the rules were
very strict. Rubbers only to protect both the girl and the guy.
No diseases and No pregnancies. They would have no way of really
knowing which girls were on the pill or not.

My brother quickly unzipped his pants and slide a rubber onto
his very had dick. Then he pulled me around and sat me on his
lap. Using his hands, he parted the split undies that he knew
every girl had on and slowly guided his very large thick dick
to my by now very slippery cunt. In seconds he pulled me back
and that was when I felt the thick object spread my lips apart
and press into me. My own weight pulled my body down which sank
the dick deeper up inside me. After I was all the way down on
his dick and sitting on his balls, I felt stuffed like never
before. Each Senior got to only fuck one girl, one time and of
all the luck, I was selected by my own brother. My pussy had
never encountered anything this big before. The feeling my pussy
had on my brother was amazing. He used his hand to force my
waist up and down on his dick. To his amazement, he lasted
maybe 30 seconds. He blew his top so fast, he could never
admit it. He knew the rules of only one fuck, one girl. He
looked around and thought maybe he could break them just a bit.

He let me just sink balls deep on his dick and he never moved
me again. He was hoping nobody really saw him start or what
happened. He wanted to give his body some time to regenerate
and start over again. For about five minutes he was buried
all the way inside me. He was making out with me and playing
with my pussy while his dick was still inside me. He finally sort
of pulled out and this time had me turned around and facing
out away from him. He wanted to hurry and pull me down before
anybody could guess what was happening. He quickly pulled me
down and without any help his still hard dick slipped directly
up inside it. I was so wet from the previous quick fuck and
his fingers that he didn't have to help any at all. My body
just was pulled back exactly at the right angle and I was
again pulled ball deep inside of him. This time he knew he would
be able to last a little longer and thank god nobody knew he
had cum quickly and is fucking me for a second time.

My brother really enjoyed this fuck. I felt like a soft pair
of lips milking his huge stick cock. He pulled me up and down
with one hand while slowly rubbing the top of my clit with
his other. The huge feeling of being so stuff just started
to overcome me. His fingers hit my clit just right every so
often and when combined with the huge dick plowing inside of
me, my orgasm was ready to take off. About another 30 seconds
was all it took. Even though I didn't know what was happening
around me, my body started to react and I know I just about
completely passed out from the feeling of blood leaving my
head as my body shook and came right onto this massive dick.
Of course when I came, my cunt went into tight fits of pulsing
and my brother couldn't hold back any longer. For the second
time tonight he shot a load of sperm deep inside my pussy. Thank
god they 'FORCED' every guy to use a rubber. I would have been
in pretty bad trouble as I was not expecting to be fucked and
was not on any type of birth control. In fact, I wasn't even
sure when my last period was. I didn't keep that close of a
watch on it unless I had a boyfriend. And for the last 8
months, I didn't have one.

My brother let us both ride out our orgasms. He continued to pull
me up and down his dick letting it totally milk every little
drop of sperm out of him. He was really feeling good now and
couldn't wait to talk about this to all his friends tomorrow.
After waiting as long as he could, he slowly lifted me up and
pulled me forward. He started to look down and watch and when
he did he had a totally look of fear on his face. There still
in the tight shaved pussy was his dick but he could not see the
top of the rubber. He prayed it was just pushed up some on his
dick. Slowly he pulled out and when the very tip of his dick
came out of the girl, there was no rubber but there was a good
amount of white gooey stuff starting to follow his dick out.
OH MY GOD, it must have come off inside her. SHIT, was it
because he fucked her twice with the same rubber. He knew he
had to get it because it had to be full of sperm when he got
up and showed the girls. That�s how they know the guys used
the rubbers. My brother started to use his fingers to fumble
with my pussy lips. When he did a couple huge globs of
sperm fell right onto his hands. He started to shake it off
on the ground when right there before his eyes, was the rubber.
He started thinking then realized it fell off when he pulled
out of the girl and turned her around. He had never knew it
and fucked her the second time thinking the rubber was still
on. Now he knew why it felt like silky thin lips the second
time. It really was!

He quickly reached down and picked up the rubber and it was
still full of his first cum. He used his fingers and cleaned
the young girls pussy up of as much sperm as possible. He shoved
it all into the top of the rubber. He used his shirt to dry her
up and finally he hoped to god most of it came out of her. He
left her in the chair and immediately one of the sisters came
over and he showed her the used rubber. She looked at how much
cum was in it and was happy. She held up the trash can and
he threw it in. He was out of there before anybody could become
more the wiser. He thought about what happened all that night,
the next night, and for a couple weeks to follow. He still did
not know his sister was at the school.

After he left, each girl was one by one taken in and cleaned up
and put back into her clothes she came in. She would know
something happened in the morning because each girl now had
a shaved pussy. But next to their bed was a razor, water,
and shaving creme. And also next to their bed was letters of
acceptance into the club. They wouldn't really know what happened
for four or five months. The girls knew not to talk about it until
they were sure the girls could handle it. Of course not all
girls could and they would be let go without ever being told.
Karen really wondered what happened that night. She knew she
was drunk but she didn't remember anybody shaving her, and she
couldn't remember her doing it either. That was one party she
would never forget. If only she knew how true that statement
really was. For the next three weeks Karen was busy with all her
work. She went out with her sisters and they really suspected
they could trust her. But nobody was going to be told for a
couple months yet. Most all the girls liked Karen a lot. And
none put it together that she was the sister of one of their
own soon to graduate seniors.

As busy as Karen was, she didn't miss the first missed period.
Hell, she didn't really keep track of them anyway. But about
7 weeks along, she started getting sick. She was sure she
had the flu. But by noon, she felt fine and would go out and
do her normal things. Finally after never seeing her brother,
she sought him out. When he saw her, he didn't really know who
she was. He didn't recognize her as his sister and he didn't
recognize her as the girl her fucked about three weeks or so ago.
He was so surprised when the girl called him by his name then
told him who she was. They hugged and he couldn't believe she
was here. When he found out she had been her about a month,
he quickly asked why she didn't come see him earlier. She
told him about her plans of wanting to surprise him and how busy
she was with school and her sorority. Immediately he asked
which sorority as he wanted to know what nice little one
accepted his cute kid sister. When she uttered the name and he
realized that was his own sorority, everything started clicking
in his mind. The girls there all had to go thru the same thing,
and if she was a member, she had to be there that night. He
again questioned her to make sure the name was right, again
she told her brother what sorority she was with. It took the
blood right out of his face. He knew she had to be of the 10
girls there that night. But he knew better then to ask anymore.

He spent the day with his sister and then went back and tried
to find out more information. Now she could finally tell
everybody about her brother being there. When the girls in her
sorority found out who her brother was, they went right to
the pictures of the night. They found the picture of Karen
dressed up as the French Maid. Then they moved forward thru
the album, who was she with. They knew her brother was there
that night. Then there he was, and God, they couldn't believe
it, KAREN had been fucked by her own brother and none of them
knew it till now, not even her brother. They had a special
meeting and decided they could NEVER EVER let this out. If any
girl talked about it, she would forever be banned from the club.
All the girls agreed, they knew a lot of trouble could come
from this and they didn't need any of that. It was all pushed
under the rug never to be talked about again.

But for the next three days, Karen getting sick in the morning.
She finally told her brother about her problem of getting
sick and he asked if she was dating anybody. It sounded just
like morning sickness to him. She said she had not dated a guy
for more then 8 months. And for him not to worry, she wasn't
pregnant because she had not been with anybody. Her brother
knew that wasn�t 100% true. When she was again sick the next
morning, he drove her to a doctor and paid for it. Blood work,
an exam, everything, but the doctor sort of thought it sounded
exactly like morning sickness. But Karen stuck with the story
of no boyfriends. Her brother was really worried. She couldn't
have been the one, for god sake, not her little sister that
he had protected all his life.

It doesn't take anytime in the doctors office anymore to find
out if someone was pregnant. With her brother waiting outside, the
news was delivered to Karen. She went as white as a sheet and
passed out right there next to the doctor. Her brother noticed
the flurry of activity going into the room. Finally the doctor
called him in and told him about his sisters condition. He just
about hit the floor just like his sister had. He was barely able
to stay conscience but he had to run to the restroom and throw
up. The doctor gave Karen a very stiff drug to keep her sort
of out of it and told her brother to take her home. All the
way home he kept saying how sorry he was to his little sister.
Of course she could hear none of it and right now she was
out to the world.

For the next couple weeks her and her brother chatted about
everything. Karen didn't know how she had become pregnant
or who was the father. She didn't even know when it could have
happened. She still thought it was all a horrible mistake.
Finally they had to tell the parents. It broke their heart
that their little girl who was always perfectly mannered would
go out and get herself knocked up that way. She wouldn't even
tell them who the father was. Only her brother knew, she didn't
even know. It only took about a month before even the school
knew about Karen being pregnant. When one of the girls put
everything together, including the due date, it pointed right
back to the night her brother had fucked her. The entire
fraternity was now let in on the secret. Jack, one of the most
popular guys on campus, had fucked his own sister and gotten
her pregnant. Finally Karen dropped out of school and her
brother finally graduated. Everybody knew about what happened
but nobody every mentioned it to Jack while he was there.

It became on of those things that transcended the campus faster
then a speeding bullet. Soon the pressure was on and one of the
girls leaked some of the pictures. They too were soon all over
campus. It was just after the baby was born. Karen was back
with her parents when Jack opened an email from an old buddy
from school. There was the picture of his sister getting her
pussy shaved all dressed up in the maid's outfit. Then the
next picture showed Jack dancing with girl. Then finally of
the girl sitting on his lap. Of course Jack knew now it was
his sister and he couldn't believe these pictures were floating
around. They were never suppose to leave the fraternity. Yes,
the girl was banished from the fraternity for stealing copies
but she also had just graduated. His friend found the pictures
up on the internet. All Jack could do was mumble over and
over, 'I didn't know, I didn't know'.........

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Charlie, The Oneeyed Wonder Worm by DAVE437

Hi there, I'm called Charlie, and I'm a oneeyed wonderworm. I make a
wonderful pet and I have a lot of fun and so does my owner. My owner has
two primary uses for me. He empties out a rancid yellow liquid through me,
and out my eye most of the time, but he also shoots some delicately salty
white cream out of my eye as well. I like the latter better than the
former.

Occasionally he will stroke me, until I get stiff, very sensitive, and
then send some of that white stuff shooting all over. That' part's funny,
but he gets all trembly when that happens, and soon wants to relax. I
don't understand him, it feels so good, I would think he would want to do
it all the time!

Once in a while he gives me a real treat! I get stroked by hands MUCH
softer than his and I respond by blushing and getting real stiff. If it
feels good enough I twitch in anticipation. And then I get to slide into
one of two soft, wet places. The one he and I like most has warm lips that
surround me, teeth that never bite, and a rough surfaced appendage that
loves to rub all over me. The warmth inside this is wonderful! Soon I am
pouring load after load of white stuff into this place, but it all
disappears down a hole at the back. This place then licks me clean before
taking me out into the air again. BRRRR! It was much warmer there!

The other place I have to be really stiff to enter, because I have to
spread it's opening apart to allow me to enter it. It is soft, wet and
warm, and its opening is surrounded with hair. There have been a couple of
times that I spread the opening only to find the way blocked again by
something. He pushes me hard against this resistance and finally I break
through, covered in blood. My head is a little sore from the banging, and
I worry the blood is from me, but it is coming from this warm place that is
enveloping every millmeter of me. He pushes me in and pulls me out over
and over again until he finally plunges me deep inside this dark, warm, wet
and soft place and shoots the white stuff out of my eye over and over
again, some of it splashing back on me so that I get to taste it's
saltiness. Then he sometimes lets me relax inside this pleasant place
until am soft again.
I think I'm a very lucky pet, don't you?

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The Tutor by Dorsai

2003 Dorsai

LEGAL DISBLAMER This is a dirty, nasty, filthy story � or some people
would have you believe. If you�re old enough to read it in your area,
make up your own mind. If you�re not �of age�, then you�re not
supposed to be reading this stuff. Don�t get caught � I won�t accept
the blame.

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I was only six years old when the young couple moved into the house next
door. We lived in a small town just outside a military base, and it was
clear to everyone that he was a G.I. even me, because I can remember
saluting him whenever I saw him in uniform, and how delighted I was when
he saluted back, laughing. I knew his name was Sergeant Mike Gifford,
and his wife's name was Maureen. Next to my mom, she was the most
beautiful woman I'd ever seen, with her wavy red hair and light
complexion. I remember how Dad laughed and Mom didn't know what to say
when I asked her why Mrs. Gifford was rounder at the top and bottom than
she (my mom) was.

A few years went by, and I remember when Maureen went to the hospital,
and came home a few days later with a baby boy. Everyone in the
neighborhood did what they could to help the couple out; me, I was
charged with making sure their grass was mowed every Saturday. Mom took
food over, and Dad helped the young man fix his car, along with a few
other helpinghand kinds of chores. By that time, I wasn't saluting him
any more, but he was still friendly and helpful to me even taking me
onto the nearby military base to teach me how to use a gun, with Dad's
permission.

Then, a few months later, he went away and never came back. I heard Mom
and Dad talking about some kind of training accident, but really didn't
understand about it even when I heard on the news a few days later
that there was something called a 'class action lawsuit' against a
company that made helicopters for the military, and how some of the
parts they'd used weren't as good as they were supposed to be. Only
later did I learn that she'd gotten a piece of the settlement from that
lawsuit enough to let her buy the house, as opposed to just renting it
as they'd started out doing, and giving her enough regular income that
she only had to work part time.

Anyway, after that happened, Mom and Dad made sure that any time Mrs.
Gifford needed help with anything, she got it. Sometimes, it was Dad
going over to work on her car, other times Mom would take care of their
baby. Me, I was still in charge of making sure the grass in the yard
didn't get too high, or helping her carry and move stuff. I didn't mind
doing that for her she was pretty and nice to me by giving me
something to eat and drink after I helped her. Along the way, I kind of
'adopted' her young son, Matthew, teaching him the kinds of kid stuff a
boy needed to learn like spitting, making body noises, baseball, and
all the rest.

As the next few years went by, and I started to grow up and out (it
seemed that I was outgrowing my clothes on a daily basis) I continued to
help Mrs. Gifford or as she asked me to call her, Maureen. In addition
to mowing the yard for her, I was also asked to come over and do the odd
bit of handyman work: hanging a picture, fixing a leaky pipe, putting up
a shelf, and so on. None of it was particularly hard, and Maureen was
always willing to act as my 'gofer' and try to help me as much as she
could. When I noticed how nice girls were and started going out with
them, I used Maureen as a kind of sounding board for questions that I
couldn't ask Mom: trying to find out what the hell girls were thinking
if they even WERE thinking and so on. Maureen never laughed at me, or
made me feel bad; she just tried to answer my questions as best she
could, tried to give me advice (which I actually listened to Maureen
did better in that respect than Mom and Dad ever did) every so often,
and generally tried to do what she could to keep me 'in line' with the
girls. Maureen was a confidant that I could say almost anything to
even some of the kinds of stuff that went on between me and the girls I
went out with. It was even Maureen that provided me with the first
package of condoms that I ever had, telling me "James, I know that
things sometimes get kind of... busy when you go out with a girl. I want
you to promise me that any time you and her are going to... be intimate,
you'll use one of these so that there isn't any trouble. Will you
promise me?"

A promise to Maureen was a serious point of honor with me she'd never
lied to me or misled me, and I was scrupulous about keeping my promises
to her. I tried to wriggle out of promising, but she wasn't having any;
I only got the condoms after she had my word of honor that I'd do as she
said. You can bet I was damn surprised when the time finally did come
that I lost my virginity that I actually remembered my promise to her,
and wore one for that special occasion and every time after that,
though I bought my own when the package she'd given me ran out. Despite
the bond of trust I had with her, I still wasn't any too enthusiastic
about having her know much or little sexual activity I was engaged in.

After I became sexually active, I finally noticed that Maureen was a
pretty darn good looking woman, even if she WAS in her late twenties:
the same wavy dark red hair and the same fair complexion; what I really
noticed about her was the fact that she was, as I'd heard my dad say,
'built like a brick outhouse': I was approaching six feet, and she only
came up to about nipple level on me; but the shape of her was amazingly
curvy, and compact at the same time. I doubt she weighed a hundred
pounds, but what there was of her was very neatly packaged trim legs
and waist, an ass that simply wouldn't quit, and a pair of breasts that
made her look somewhat buxom. Once I noticed her, it was all I could do
to take my eyes off of her anytime she was in sight she was simply
that nice to look at, with a dusting of freckles that started across her
nose and cheeks and slowly thinned out as they disappeared into the tops
of her blouses.

It was a month into the summer after my sophomore year that the
relationship between us changed forever. In some ways, it was for the
better; in other ways, not. But it was definitely changed.

It started out easily enough: I was over at her house, in my handyman
role. She'd decided that she needed to organize the garage storage; I
was there to cut and fit some lumber she'd bought, and turn it into
shelving. Matt was off somewhere with his friends; he'd left with his
baseball glove, telling Maureen that he'd been home in time for supper.

Talking it over with Maureen, we'd decided that the best bet was to
build the shelves from the bottom toward the top that way, they
wouldn't be too high for her (something she laughingly 'complained'
about). I'd gotten the first few rows of shelves done, and was up on a
stepladder putting in another one when I looked down to see if Maureen
had the hardware I needed to make sure it didn't fall down. Maureen was
right there, her selfappointed task being to get me stuff so I didn't
have to keep climbing up and down the ladder, holding the ladder steady,
and just being around if I needed any help. Any thoughts of hardware
left my mind when I looked down at her and realized that I had a pretty
damn good view down the front of the blouse she was wearing: I could
readily make out the top halves of her full, creamy breasts; I could see
plainly nearly all the way down to her nipples, since it was patently
obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel myself
starting to respond to the view I had, and it took her a couple times of
calling my name before I responded. She looked up at me in concern and
asked if I was okay. I answered that I'd just gotten distracted for a
moment ('distracted' was better than admitting I'd been eyeballing her
tits), and that I was okay. She didn't look entirely certain about that,
but let it go in favor of lowering her head again.

I saw her start to blush a few moments later, and knew immediately that
she'd seen my stiffening dick tenting the front of my jeans shorts and
had probably realized what had gotten me that way. She stammered out
that there was something in the house that she had to do, handed me the
screws and things that she'd been holding, and all but ran inside. I
finished getting the shelf fastened into place, and was standing on the
garage floor again when she reappeared about five minutes later,
noticeably more calm and relaxed though a bit flushed.

As we put up the last shelf, I realized that Maureen was standing in
almost the perfect place and position for me to be able to keep looking
down her blouse. At the same time, I could tell that she was
deliberately not looking up at me as she usually did. I started to
wonder if she wasn't giving me a look at her tits on purpose, and not
looking up at me so that she wouldn't embarrass me looking down at
her, I just knew she couldn't help but see how the front of my shorts
was tented out from the view she was giving me. By the time I got the
shelf secured, I was seriously confused about the situation.

After I climbed down off the ladder, Maureen asked if I'd like something
to eat and drink, just as she usually did. Being a teenage boy that
is, a sneakershod appetite I was more than happy to accept her offer.
Together, the two of us put away the tools and leftovers from the
shelving project and went into the house. There, I took a seat at the
little 'lunch counter' between the kitchen and dining area while she
went about making me a sandwich, putting it on a plate with some potato
chips, and bringing it over to me, along with a soda. As I started to
eat, she took a seat on the other side of the counter from me.

We chatted about a couple of other things that she'd wanted to do to the
house while I ate; I told her what I thought she would need in the way
of materials, and she carefully wrote them down on a small notepad. When
I was done with the food, she took the plate and set it next to the sink
before coming back to the counter and sitting down again. I watched as
she started to speak a couple of times before she stunned me by asking
"James, do you think I'm pretty?"

It took me a couple of seconds before I could answer "Uh, yeah, I do,
Maureen."

She gave me a strange smile, and said "Even though you're only sixteen,
and I'm nearly thirty?"

"Well, uh, yeah."

She went on to ask "Have you looked down my blouse before you were doing
it out in the garage today?"

I could only sit there for several long seconds before I felt myself
blushing as I answered "Um, no."

"Have you been looking at me any other ways? Have you thought about
me... sexually?"

I was getting distinctly uncomfortable about the questions she was
asking, but didn't dare lie to her she was even better than Mom and
Dad about knowing when I was 'fudging' things. "I... Yeah, I have", I
finally admitted.

"Yeah, you have to which? Or both?"

"Both" I grudgingly conceded.

Much to my surprise, she didn't get upset with me, or say anything about
telling Mom and Dad what I'd done and said. Instead, she just sat there
for a minute or two, looking at me as though she hadn't really seen me
before. After what I'd just said to her, I suppose she figured she
hadn't. Still, I wasn't anywhere NEAR ready for the next question she
had for me: "I expect that you've been having sex with some of the girls
that you've gone out with, haven't you?"

Again, I knew I couldn't lie, and quietly answered "Yeah, some of them."

"I don't doubt that you've enjoyed it but do you think they have?"

I could feel myself blushing, but still answered "I dunno. I guess so."

She looked at me strangely for a few seconds, then said "If you 'dunno'
and 'guess so', then I figure that they haven't, really. What do you
think?"

"I guess maybe not as much", I admitted.

"I guess maybe you're right", she said, then added "What if anything
do you figure to do about that?"

The questions she was asking were making me very uncomfortable, making
it even harder for me to think about what she'd just asked. I finally
answered "I don't know it's not like there's a course in school about
it or anything."

"Do you want to make the girls feel as good as you do?"

"Uh, well, sure."

"If you had the chance, would you be willing to have sex with someone
else to learn how to make the girls happier? Even if that someone was
older than you are, and you would have to let HER be in charge about
what you do and how you do it?"

I couldn't see where any of this was going, but said "Sure I would. But
where am I going to find someone like that?"

Maureen gave me another strange smile, and said "Right here."

I still wasn't getting it, and looked around to see who she could be
talking about before asking "Where?"

She laughed, and said "Here, James. Sitting right across from you. ME."

As much as I had thought about Maureen in a physical way, I was still a
long way from being able to make the jump from eyeballing her body, and
facing the possibility of actually being able to do anything with her.
All I could do was stammer out "How... why... what..." as my mental
circuit breakers tripped.

She sat there patiently as I tried to stop my mind from going around in
circles. When I was finally able to give her my full attention, she told
me "The 'what' is that I am going to teach you how to properly have sex
even make love with your girlfriends. The 'how' is that you're going
to come over here every several days to help me with the projects that
we were just talking about; they'll take longer than expected because
when you come over here, the two of us will go up to the bedroom, where
I will teach you how to please a woman. The 'why' is simple: it's been
all too long since I had sex with anyone except myself, and I'm damn
well going to correct that little oversight with your help."

That comment about having sex with herself rang in my ears, and I
couldn't help asking "You... You, uh, touch yourself? Girls do that,
too?"

She laughed before answering "Yes, James, I touch myself. Didn't you
wonder why I was still a little red when I came back out into the
garage? When I realized that you had gotten hard just from looking
down my blouse, I figured it was more than I could stand. I HAD to go
into the bathroom and get myself off it took only a minute when I
started thinking about what you might look like. And yes, girls do that,
too maybe even more than guys!"

It was almost more than I could handle: the ideas that Maureen not only
had sexual desires, AND that girls were able/willing to take care of
those desires by themselves. The image of Maureen masturbating in the
bathroom had me sprouting a fullblown erection in nothing flat. Then I
realized that she was still sitting right there in front of me, and felt
my ears getting hot.

She looked at me in curiosity for a moment before she brightened and
asked "You're hard now, aren't you? Thinking about me?"

I didn't trust myself to speak; I could only nod my head just a little
bit to confirm what she'd just asked.

To my surprise, she got a pleased look on her face and said "Good.
Because what I want right now, more than anything else in the world is
to have a nice, hard, dick inside me!"

I found myself stunned yet again, not only at the language she'd just
used, but by her open admission of her desires.

I was still sitting there, my mind on overload, when she got up and came
around to my side of the counter where she quietly went about the
business of taking off the blouse she'd been wearing. I could only sit
there as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the creamy flesh of her
cleavage before opening it completely, exposing herself to me. My body
was still frozen in place, but my eyes and mind took over as I looked
over the view she was offering me. To this day, I'm still amazed that my
first thought was to look to see where the freckles on her faded out
under her blouse and on seeing that they disappeared on the upper
slopes of her breasts, found myself with a new task: trying to memorize
the wondrous orbs that were her breasts. I'd seen my girlfriends' tits,
of course, but hers were somehow... different.

She wasn't much larger than most of the girls that I'd gone out with
it was just that on her petite body, they looked larger. Each was a cone
of pale pink flesh, capped with small, dark pink areolas and nipples
that looked to be a halfinch long; her areolas were tight and puckered
her nipples visibly erect and hard. I watched her breasts sway slightly
as she moved to slip her blouse off and toss it to the side. She
continued to stand there in front of me, giving me a full, unimpeded
view of the most obvious symbols of her womanhood.

My eyes stayed on her breasts at least, until I realized that she'd
moved her hands to her waist, and was unfastening the jeans that she was
wearing. My breath caught in my throat when I watched her unfasten, then
unzip her jeans and slowly peel them down her legs underneath, I could
see that she had on a pair of small, sheer panties that made it possible
for me to make out not only the general size and shape of her pubic
hair, but it's color, as well: red, just a few shades darker than what
was on her head. When she'd kicked her jeans loose of her feet, she
stood up again but only long enough to begin sliding her panties off.
I heard myself gasp when her panties dropped below the level of her
pelvis, exposing her fully to my gaze.

Under my eyes, I could see that she had a small wedge of curly red hair
that extended just barely past her pubic bone, forming a narrow 'vee' of
somewhat sparse curly red hair. Looking closer, I could make out what I
knew must be the edges of her vaginal lips among the curls between her
thighs and felt myself getting even longer and harder in response.

I lost my view of her as she slid her panties past her ankles before
kicking them over next to where her jeans were. That done, she stood
before me again for a bit, giving me the chance to look at her in all
her loveliness. When she was satisfied that I'd had enough of a look,
she stepped forward so that she was right in front of me. Without saying
a word, she took my hands in hers and moved them to her breasts which
I began squeezing and caressing without further invitation. As I did,
she let her eyes close and her head tilt back, moaning softly in the
back of her throat. I marveled at the soft/firm texture of her breasts,
and how smooth her skin was for a couple of minutes before I got up the
nerve to lean forward and take one of her nipples between my lips. When
I did, she moaned again, louder, before putting her hands in my hair and
guiding my eagerly sucking mouth from one breast to the other, and back
again.

It was only a few moments before I could detect the scent of aroused
female in the air around us, and it comforted me to know that what I was
doing excited her. As I continued nursing at each of her breasts, the
aroma of her became stronger and stronger, until she finally all but
pushed my head back and said "That feels good, James. But I want no,
need more. Stand up."

I did as she asked, and wasn't surprised in the slightest when she
latched onto the waistband of my pants, fighting to get them undone. I
was more than ready, and as she unzipped me and slid my jeans shorts and
underwear down my legs, I pulled my tee shirt off, leaving me standing
there as naked as she was, my erect penis pointed toward the ceiling.
When she saw it, Maureen paused only a moment, saying "Dear god, how I
need that!" as she finished sliding my clothes down around my ankles.
After I'd stepped out of them, Maureen dropped to her knees in front of
me and did something that I'd never been able to get any of my
girlfriends to do: take my penis in her mouth and begin sucking on it.

Much to my dismay, she didn't keep it up for long; stopping when she'd
left it with a coating of her saliva. Taking my hips in her hands, she
kneewalked backwards a little bit as she guided me to my own knees in
front of her. Looking up into my face, she said "This time, James, I
just want you to fuck me just stick it in me and have at it!"

By that point, I was too engrossed in the idea of doing just as she said
to give any thought to the language she was using. She sat back on her
heels, and then moved to lie on her back. Raising her knees, she went on
to spread her legs, opening herself to me in clear invitation. Without
hesitation, I leaned forward and positioned myself between her parted
thighs; a moment's adjustment and I could feel the head of my penis
pressing against her wet opening. She was much shorter than I was: on
top of her that way, I all but covered her body with mine; the top of
her head just reached my chin.

She reached down to take my hips in her hands and pulled on them,
letting me know that she wanted me inside her right now. I pressed
forward with my hips, and felt myself begin to slip into her but she
was incredibly tight inside, and I barely managed to get the head of my
penis past her entrance, accompanied by a soft groan of pleasure from
her. I eased back a little bit, and pushed forward again, harder and
felt nearly half my erection slide into her as she groaned again, even
louder. I backed out a little and thrust in again; stopping only when I
felt her pubic hair brushing against mine.

I could barely believe how incredibly hot and wet she was inside and
she was even tighter around me than any of the girls I'd had sex with
before. I paused a few moments to savor the sensation of having her
wrapped around me that way; my reverie was interrupted by the feeling of
her hunching her hips up at me, trying to get me moving inside her. That
was all the reminder I needed to start doing that very thing.

I arched my hips back, sliding myself out of her slowly; I paused a
moment when nearly my entire length was free of her, then pushed back in
again, burying myself in her yet again. Back out not so far then
back in. Over and over, I slowly slid my erect member back and forth
through the clenching ring of her opening. With each of my strokes, I
moved a little more quickly as I became sure that I wasn't going to slip
free of her, and as her increasing wetness made penetrating her even
easier.

In just a minute or so, I was doing just as she'd instructed: just
'having at it', pistoning in and out of her at a steady pace, delighting
in the feel of her as I did so, while she moaned and groaned and gasped
out her pleasure at what I was doing. Much to my surprise, it wasn't
more than a couple of minutes before I felt her vagina clamp down on me
as she softly cried out; I slowed my thrusts into her, and felt a series
of spasms pass through her body, causing her vagina to tighten around me
even more. Then sensation of it was incredible, and I realized that it
was something I'd never experienced with any of my girlfriends and
shortly on the heels of that, understood that I'd doubtless left them
'wanting'.

Even as I began to pick up the pace of my strokes into Maureen, I
silently vowed that I was going to pay close attention to whatever
instruction and teaching she gave me in the art of pleasuring a woman.

After Maureen's climax I knew, then, that that's what it had been
she was even wetter than before, and my continued thrusts into her were
forcing more and more of her fluids out past her entrance, where they
were not only being soaked up by our pubic hair, but also creating a
distinctly liquid tone to the sound of our joining. Again, it occurred
to me that it was a sound that I'd never heard before while having sex,
and it only served to increase my determination to really learn whatever
Maureen might have to teach me.

I had started to increase the tempo of my thrusts into her when I
realized that she was beginning to have still another orgasm and when
it started for her, slowed myself so that I was penetrating her in
rhythm with the spasms I could feel passing through her body. That
seemed to make it even better for her, judging from the cries she
released as her climax continued.

The feeling of her clenching around me was having an impact on my own
desire, and I could feel myself getting even closer to filling her with
my seed. Without even thinking about it, I started pumping in and out of
her even more quickly as it got closer and closer. Finally, with a loud
groan, I pushed myself as far inside her as I could while jet after jet
of my hot cum erupted from the end of my dick, flooding her insides with
a force that I hadn't experienced with a girl before. The only thing
anywhere close to it was the time I had finally managed to masturbate
myself to my first ever climax.

Maureen's eyes flew open as I emptied myself into her, and I heard her
cry out "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" before her head fell back again.

Finally spent, I still managed to support most of my weight on my arms
so that I didn't crush her beneath me. Her arms were wrapped around my
body, and her ankles had locked at the small of my back as she'd kept
herself open to me while I was moving in her. Once she realized that I
was done, I felt her legs slide from around my waist to rest on the
floor, though she kept her arms around me as she lifted her head to give
me a number of small, soft kisses on my chest.

When my breathing had slowed down a bit more, she reached up to tilt my
head down so that we were looking at each other as she told me "Thank
you, James. It's been a lot of years since the last time I had a man
inside me, and you just reminded me of how much I've missed it."

Not knowing what else to say, I managed to mutter "It, uh, it was my
pleasure" realizing too late that that particular phrase had more than
one meaning, considering what had happened in the last few minutes.

Maureen grinned, causing me to blush a little. I could feel my penis
starting to wilt inside her, and moved to raise myself up off of her.
She pulled me back down, saying "No, James, you don't have to get up
yet. It feels good to have you in, and on, me. Let's just stay here like
this for a little, okay?"

I wasn't about to argue with her it felt pretty damn good to me, too,
having my semierect penis inside her while her breasts were pressing
into my chest. After a couple of minutes, I realized that I'd shrunk far
enough that it wouldn't be long before I slipped out of her completely.
She seemed to know it, too, and gently pushed on my chest to get me to
rise up enough that we could look at each other as she told me "There's
something I need you to do for me, James. When I tell you, I need you to
get up and go into the kitchen and get one of the clean dishtowels from
the drawer next to the fridge and bring it back to me. I'll need you to
do all that quickly; when you stand up, your semen is going to start
leaking out of me, and I want to catch it with the towel before it can
drip down and stain the carpet. Okay?"

I was a little embarrassed about listening to her talk about catching MY
cum before it stained HER carpet, but told her "Yes, I understand."

She must have seen my discomfort, because she said "Don't be
embarrassed, James. This is what happens when a man and woman have sex."

"Yeah, I know... it's just kind of weird, listening to you ask me to
help you keep from staining your carpet with my... stuff."

She nodded before answering "Okay, I can understand that. I guess it
isn't the kind of thing that you really ever figured to hear. But I do
still need your help."

"Yeah, I'll hurry", I assured her.

She smiled up at me and said "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

I managed to grin back and tell her "Yeah, well, I guess I'll get over
it."

She grinned back for a few moments, and then said "Okay, if you'll get
me that towel whenever you're ready..."

I didn't particularly want to get off of her, but I could feel that the
next move I made would be the one that would 'uncork' us. I took a few
moments to think things through, then with an "Okay, here I go!" pulled
out of her and got to my feet. From there, it was a matter of just a few
seconds before I was back with a towel, just as she'd wanted. I handed
it to her, and watched as she started to position it between her thighs
before being hit with a sense that I was somehow invading her privacy or
something. I began to turn away, but was stopped by the sound of her
voice as she told me "You can watch, if you want to, James I don't
mind. After what we've just done, having you watch me as I catch your
semen while it leaks out of me is the least of my worries."

Puzzled, I asked "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I just had sex with a minor child that is, you. Yes, you're a
young man I'll certainly vouch for the man part! but you're young;
young as in underage. As I understand the law, if anyone ever found out
what we just did, I could be in as much trouble as some guy that screwed
an underage girl. It probably wouldn't turn out that way in the real
world, but the legal potential is still the same."

As she'd been talking, she had slowly gotten to her feet, still holding
the towel between her thighs a sight that I found incredibly erotic,
for some reason. I watched as she pulled the towel away, examined it,
then carefully wadded it up apparently to make sure that none of my
cum fell onto the floor. Standing there naked in front of me, I could
see the area between her legs, and noticed that there was a small
trickle of fluids running down the inside of one thigh. Again, I
couldn't help it, and felt myself beginning to respond to the sight of
her naked form. She saw my penis twitch and start to grow longer and
thicker again, and looked at me with a mischievous smile before saying
"Think I look sexy, do you, with your cum running down the inside of my
leg?"

"Uh, well, yeah..." I admitted (as if my steadily inflating dick wasn't
evidence of what was on my mind). I was coming to grips with the fact
that she could talk about sex as plainly as any guy I'd ever heard.

"Well, you're going to have to save it for next time. I don't want to
take the chance of Matt coming home and finding us humping like a couple
of rabbits. I'm just glad he didn't show up while we WERE fucking."

The mention of rabbits brought something else to my mind, and I asked
"Uh, Maureen?"

"Yes, James?"

"Um, what about, well, birth control?"

She gave me a wry look and said "It's a little late to be asking about
it now, don't you think? But in answer to your question, there's nothing
to worry about THIS time. My period ended a couple days ago, so I'm as
safe now as I could be. Before we do this again, though, I'm going to
get something to take care of it."

"I could, um, you know, use a condom" I offered.

She was grinning when she told me "And start boffing me that much
sooner, I expect. No, James, as much as I appreciate the offer, you
don't have to do that I want to feel you cumming in ME, not some
rubber. Now, if you'll bring our clothes with you, I'll let you have a
shower with me we can't have you going home smelling like pussy, now,
can we?"

I shook my head, and moved to gather up our clothes as Maureen headed
down the hallway toward her bedroom. I was just a few feet behind her,
and delighted in watching her ass move as she walked ahead of me. I
followed her into the bedroom, where she directed me to lay our clothes
on the bed in 'his and hers' piles. I did as she instructed, and she
took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom where she deposited the
towel in a clothes hamper. Unsure of what else to do, I just stood there
watching her as she got the showerhead in the bathtub started, then
adjusted the temperature. When she was finally satisfied, she turned
around to see me standing there looking at her, my eyes wandering over
her body. She smiled, and turned to face me before asking "Like what you
see, James? Not bad for pushing thirty, eh?"

I couldn't stop myself from replying "You look beautiful!"

"Sometimes I don't feel so beautiful, but thank you. Now, come on and
get in here with me so we can get you home in something close to normal
condition" she told me as she turned and got into the shower, leaving
the shower curtain pulled a little to the side for me.

In just a couple of seconds, I was in there with her, and was only
mildly surprised when she turned and wrapped her arms around me, hugging
me tightly. I put my arms around her in return, and hugged back, feeling
her firm breasts pressing into me as her pubic hair tickled my thigh.
After a few moments, the hug ended; she pulled back from me a little to
look up at me and say "Thank you again, James. I meant what I said: it's
been a long, long time since I was with a man, and it felt really,
really good to have you inside me. But I want to remind you that what we
did was still 'wrong', according to the law I'd be in a lot more
trouble than you would, simply because I'm an adult, and you're not. But
there would still be consequences for you, too not the least of which
would be your parents."

"I understand, Maureen. Even if we were never like that again, I'd never
tell anyone about it."

She nodded before telling me "Good. I'm not trying to lay a guilt trip
on you, or anything like that. I just want to make sure that you know
that you can't do or say anything that would make people think there was
anything happening between us."

"I know and I promise you, I'll be careful" I replied.

"Thank you, James. Now, would you like to wash my tits?" the last with
a mischievous grin on her face as she handed me the soap.

I'd seen tits and all the rest before but always in the dim light in
the back seat of a car, or in a darkened room; and never with the
freedom to look and touch that the lovely Maureen was offering me. It
was an opportunity that I took full advantage of.

From her beautiful face and slender neck all the way down to her
graceful feet, my hands wandered her body as my eyes drank her in. The
earlier alltoobrief feel of her breasts was replaced by several
minutes of squeezing and caressing and playing with them as water
dripped off her nipples. The abbreviated look I'd gotten before of her
muff and pussy was supplanted with several more minutes worth of intense
examination from running my fingers through the russet of her bush to
being able to manipulate her vaginal lips and even slide a finger into
her stillhot insides, I had the chance to educate myself with the
complexities and beauty that made up the female genitals. I learned,
from close and careful observation, that her inner lips were thin and
short, almost delicate in appearance; that her clitoris was the size of
a pea and very sensitive; that the wetness of her vagina increased
dramatically as she got more and more aroused even to the point that
some of her fluids would actually drain out of her, forming a trail of
wetness down the inside of her thigh.

Finally, regrettably, there was nothing left to wash on her, and no
pretext of making sure she was clean the only thing left on her was my
fingerprints. That meant that it was her turn to wash me, next.

What she did to me was pretty much the same thing as I'd done to her
though she had to reach up to do my neck and shoulders. For some reason,
she found MY chest to be as fascinating as I'd thought hers was I had
been on some of the teams at school, and figured I was in okay shape;
her hands spent a lot of time on my pectorals and abdominal muscles. Her
attentions finally went below my waist; when she took my semierect
penis in her hands, she spent a long time caressing and squeezing it,
making me even longer and harder. I was surprised when she reached
around and started feeling my ass but that didn't keep my dick from
coming to full hardness where it rested between her beautiful breasts.
She couldn't help but feel the increased pressure, and looked down to
see the effect she was having on me. With a laugh, she looked up at me
and said "For ME? Why thank you, James!" before tilting her head down
and opening her mouth to take me between her lips.

I was again overawed by the sensation of having her mouth wrapped around
me; the feeling was completely different than what her vagina had felt
like even BEFORE she started using her lips and tongue to stimulate me
even more. I could feel myself getting even harder in her mouth as she
ran her tongue along the underside of my penis, then using it to 'wash'
the glans, paying special attention to the sensitive spot underneath.
While she was doing that, her hands were busy, too: cupping my balls in
her hand, and softly stroking my nut sack.

I began trying to thrust myself even farther into her mouth; she simply
put a hand on my belly to let me know that she wanted to do more than
simply get me off. I managed to restrain myself from grabbing her head
and stuffing my increasingly throbbing dick down her throat; I was
rewarded for my efforts when Maureen decided to take as much of me as
she could into her mouth and that proved to be a LOT: after a couple
of tries on her part, I could feel the muscles of her throat grasping at
the end of my penis. It was more than I could stand, and I barely
managed to warn her "Maureen! I'm cumming!" before the first wad of my
jism filled her mouth. To my delighted amazement, she didn't immediately
pull her mouth off my dick; rather, she simply pulled back a little bit
and let me fire shot after shot of hot cum into her sucking mouth,
swallowing a couple of times to make more room for the cum that was
continuing to flood her mouth. I'd never gotten a blow job before, and
as I continued to turn inside out through my dick, I swore that this one
wouldn't be my last.

Eventually, though, there simply wasn't anything left in my balls to
give to her, though she continued to suck on me and use her lips to
squeegee my penis clean. When she was done, she let me fall from her
mouth and ran her tongue around her lips to make sure that she hadn't
let any of my spunk get away. She stood up and looked up at me with a
grin, saying "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed that was it the first
time a girl ever did that to you?"

I hoarsely managed to answer that it was, making her smile even wider
before telling me "Good. Then I got a kind of 'cherry' from you, didn't
I?"

I could only nod, amazed that she could think of something like that
never mind doing what she'd just done.

Her smile faded a bit as she looked up at me and asked "Surprised,
James? That a girl could, or would, do something like that? Or talk to
you the way I do? Or let you look at me the way you have?"

"Uh, yeah, a little bit, I guess."

She looked at me a little more closely before saying "More than a
little, I'd say. But that's something that you're going to have to
learn, James: girls like to enjoy sex and making love as much as guys do
if not more. That's why I'm going to teach you what I can about how to
make sure that you give the girls you're with as much pleasure as they
give you. And don't misunderstand why I'm doing it, either: as much as
I'll be teaching you about how to make a girl happy, you're going to be
DOING to make ME happy. Like I told you, it's been entirely too long
since I got laid, and I don't want to have to do without any more than I
have to any longer. So you'll be learning how to make your girlfriends
happy and getting laid more because of it, I think while I get the
benefits of being your tutor in sexual matters. I don't have any
illusions that there's ever going to be any kind of longterm
relationship between us, and I'm telling you right now that YOU
shouldn't have any ideas along those lines, either. Do you understand
me?"

I thought about what she'd just told me, and finally answered "Yeah, I
think so. We're not ever going to be a 'couple' that you're going to
be teaching me about sex so that I can practice it with you."

She looked a bit relieved when she told me "Yes, that about sums it up.
The other reason I want to 'tutor' you about sex is so that for the last
couple of months, I've been wanting to be with a guy more and more but
I've been afraid of going out and trying to find one. I was afraid that
either they wouldn't think I was pretty enough, or that if I did go to
bed with one, that something would go wrong that I'd freeze up, or not
be able to enjoy myself or make HIM happy. Then, today, when I saw you
get hard after looking down my blouse, I had the idea of doing something
that would help BOTH of us."

"You've been a dear, sweet boy, James you've always been ready to come
over here any time I needed something, and you've always been polite and
friendly. I can't tell you how much it meant to me when you let Matt
hang out with you, and helped him learn how to be a boy; I was so
worried that living alone with just me would affect him somehow. It was
after I... got myself off and I was holding the ladder again that it hit
me: just as you taught Matt how to be a boy, I could teach you how to be
a man and get my own 'itch' scratched at the same time. The only thing
I had to know was whether or not you were already doing as much for your
girlfriends as I was afraid you were. Luckily for both of us, I think
you weren't. But with my help, that will change and in the process,
you'll be helping me, too. Please understand that I'm not saying you're
a bad lover, James god knows, you satisfied me! it's just that you
could be a BETTER lover, if you're willing to let me teach you."

To say that I was surprised at hearing all of this, particularly with
Maureen standing there naked and dripping water in front of me, would be
an understatement. As I turned what she'd said to me over and over in my
mind, Maureen turned around to turn the shower off before facing me
again. By that time, I'd managed to get at least a little bit of a
handle on what she told me, and was ready to respond.

"Maureen, I thought I was doing okay with my girlfriends but after
being with you this afternoon, I know that there's a whole lot more that
I could... should be doing for them. If there's something you can do to
help me with that, I'm all for it. If it turns out that I can make YOU
feel better along the way, then that's even better. I've always liked
you, Maureen and whether or not I get any benefit out of it, if it
would do you good for us to be together, then I'm more than willing.
Even just now, when we were taking a shower and I got to look at you, I
learned more about girls than I did before. If I can learn that much
just about a girls body from you in one afternoon, then that just makes
me sure that I want to learn how to please them and make them happy." I
said. She looked pleased, and I went on to say "You don't have to worry
that you aren't pretty enough I promise you, you are. If what we did
this afternoon is any kind of indication, then I don't think you have to
worry about 'freezing up', or not being able to make a guy happy to be
with you. When I, uh, came in you, it was the strongest feeling I've had
since the first time I climaxed and I want to learn how to have that
feeling again, and be able to have a girl feel it, too."

"I'm happy to hear that, James and thank you for the compliments; they
make me feel a LOT better. Now, I think we'd better dry off and get
dressed before Matt gets home."

With that, she again took me by the hand and led me out of the tub.
Taking a towel from the rack next to the tub, she began drying me off,
paying careful attention to my groin and chest. When she was done, she
simply handed me the towel, a smile on her face. I dried her off, in
return, with as much attention to HER details as she'd paid to mine.

A few minutes later, both of us were dressed and again sitting at the
counter between kitchen and dining area. She'd gotten each of us a soda
from the fridge, and we sat there working out the details of how and
when I would be able to come over for 'lessons' as we referred to them.

A little while later, Matt got home, and proceeded to tell us about the
baseball game he'd been in, pretty much ending our planning session
though we'd managed to work something out that could take us through the
rest of the summer.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Maureen casually let Mom
and Dad know that she was planning on making a number of changes and
improvements to her house giving them a perfectly good reason why I
would be going over there more often and staying longer. She even went
so far as to tell Dad that because of all she would be having me do, she
was thinking about paying me for some of my efforts; then let Dad talk
her out of it. She spent a couple more weeks going about the task of
getting some of the materials she needed for the changes she had in
mind. Along the way, there were a few times that she asked Mom or Dad to
have me stop by, first to help with the planning, then to make sure she
had everything they didn't have the faintest idea that what really
happened when I got over there was that Maureen and I would get into a
hotandheavy necking session that usually ended with both of us naked,
her giving me a blowjob as I fingered her to her own release. It was
during my first 'consultation' that she let me know she'd seen a doctor,
and had started taking the Pill but that she'd been cautioned that it
wouldn't be fully effective until the start of her next cycle.

You can be sure that I was eagerly looking forward to the time that she
would call me over to 'help' when the end of that first month had gone
by and was then disappointed when she didn't. It was nearly five weeks
from the time that I'd first looked down her blouse before Mom casually
let me know that Maureen had asked me to come over that night to help
her out. Somehow, I managed not to show the excitement and enthusiasm I
felt when I said that I'd go over after supper.

When I got to her door, I was about to ring the bell when the door
suddenly opened up, making me jump. Then I saw that it was Maureen, who
invited me in, saying "I've been waiting for you, James..."

Inside, and the door closed behind me, I saw that she had, indeed, been
waiting for me: the snug shirt she was wearing made it clear that she
had no bra on underneath it, and that her nipples were hard behind its
material.

Taking me in her arms, she told me "I'm sorry it took so long. First, I
started my period, and I didn't think that you were ready to deal with
that mess just yet; then I had to wait for a time when we'd be alone. It
wasn't until this afternoon, when Matt asked if he could sleep over at
one of his friend's houses that I knew this was the chance we needed."

I hugged her back as she was talking, my hands sliding up and down her
back as I enjoyed the feeling of her nipples pressing into me.

After a few moments, we released each other and Maureen looked up at me
and said "Well, the first order of business is for you to look at the
project I have for you."

Seeing the look of dismay and surprise on my face, she laughed, and said
"James! Remember that the whole reason you're over here is to help me
with these projects. We have to spend at least a LITTLE time on them, in
case anyone asks how they're going. It won't take long, and then we can
begin your lessons!"

Reassured, I followed her delighted by the way her ass moved in the
shorts she was wearing to where the first of her projects was to be: a
set of builtin shelves and a desk for Matthew, so that he would have
someplace for his everincreasing book collection, and a place to study
and do his homework. We actually did talk over what she and more to
the point, Matthew wanted, how long it would take ("minus any hanky
panky" she said, knowing full well THAT wasn't going to happen), and
what we could do to make it take as long as possible while still seeming
to be progressing reasonably. It only took a few minutes with us to come
up with a scheme that fit all our requirements.

That accomplished, and both of us certain about what we'd tell anyone
that asked about it, the next step was Maureen's: with no warning or
hesitation, she peeled off the shirt she was wearing, exposing the upper
half of her body to me before asking "See anything you like, James?"

I admitted that I did, and she laughed before saying "I thought you
would. Now, let's go into my room I think both of us would be more
comfortable there". She took my hand, and led me across the hall to her
room, where she got a big smile on her face and said "School is now in
session. Take off your clothes!"

I didn't need to be told twice particularly after she slid her hands
inside the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and began sliding
them down her legs, revealing that she didn't have any more under them
than she'd had under her blouse. In less than a minute, both of us were
as naked as the day we'd been born.

We took a little time to look each other over before Maureen told me "I
think the first thing you should learn about girls is our anatomy. I
know you've seen breasts mine, and others. What you need to learn now
is the rest of it the area between our legs. Not just where our vagina
is, so you can get into it; but the rest of our parts, too, so you can
learn how to arouse us, and make us feel good."

I voiced my understanding, and she went on "So, what I'm going to do is
lie down and let you have a look at me a GOOD look. I know you got to
see all of this when we took our shower together, but that wasn't the
best time for you to actually see and learn everything."

With that, she did just as she'd said she would: moving to lay down on
the bed, her legs spread and her knees up, giving me an unimpeded view
of her genitals. I was struck with a sudden bout of nervousness, and was
slow in moving to join her. She seemed to understand what the problem
was, and waited patiently until I was lying between her feet, my face
just a few inches away from her pelvis.

She grabbed a couple of pillows, and used them to prop up the upper half
of her body, making it possible for her to see where I was looking.
Looking at me, she gently asked "Feeling a bit nervous?"

I admitted that I was, and she told me "Don't be. I'm not much different
than any other girl; it's a pretty safe bet that anything you see on me
will be on her. It might look a little different, but it'll be there.
And don't worry about looking at me like this; it actually kind of turns
me on, as you can probably see."

Once she'd mentioned it, I did notice that the lips around her vagina
were separated, the area between them faintly glistening with her
moisture. Not as much as I'd seen before we had sex the first time, but
still...

She went on to tell me "James, you need to understand that I want you to
look and touch and learn. I'm not embarrassed not after what we did
last month! and you shouldn't be, either. Sooner or later, you would
learn all this stuff, anyway. All we're doing is making sure it's
sooner, not later. Please, look and touch and do whatever you want I'm
here so that you can learn. If you do something that's uncomfortable, or
hurts, then I'll tell you, so that you know not to do it again. But I am
most certainly not going to tell you to stop until you're satisfied that
you've learned what you want to know. Okay?"

I nodded, and that seemed to satisfy her she simply rested there,
waiting for me to begin my 'studies'.

Still, it took me a few moments before I was ready to move a little
closer so that I could get a better view of her. When I did, I caught
the faint scent of her arousal, and that, more than anything else,
reassured me that she really was okay with being on display the way she
was.

I don't know how long I was between her legs like that all I'm really
sure of is that she was as patient with my looks and touches and
everything else as I'd been with Matt when I was trying to teach HIM
something. As I moved from bit to bit of her, she calmly told me what I
was looking at or touching not just the 'common' words, but the
medical terms, as well. In addition, she went on to explain to me what
kind of feelings, sensations, or other things that were involved such
as how her vaginal lips (labia, she called them) would get longer and
darker the more aroused she was; how her clitoris would get tingly and
how the little cover over it would pull back when she was excited; and
so on. She even went so far as to tell me what kinds of things I could
do to bring about the changes she was describing to me, and encouraging
me to try them to see for myself. Only once did she have to caution me
about something, telling me "A woman's clitoris yes, that is very
sensitive to pressure. What you're doing doesn't hurt, but it's
uncomfortable; if you're a little more gentle when you do that, you'll
have a girl asking for more very quickly! Yes, that's it gently."

By the time I was satisfied that I'd learned all I could for the time
being, it was clear to me that Maureen was more than a little bit
aroused by what I'd been doing to her: her labia were clearly longer and
more separated, and her opening was visibly wet with her juices. My
'lesson' completed, I moved to sit crosslegged between her feet.

I couldn't help looking at her and asking "You're... excited by this?"

She gave me a lopsided grin and answered "Yes, as I'm sure you can see."

"Why?"

I think the question surprised her, but she didn't hesitate to tell me
"It's a number of different things and I'm not sure I could explain
some of them to you; and another woman wouldn't need the explanation.
Part of it is simply the idea of having you look at me so intimately.
Another part is because of the way you've been touching me, and learning
how to use your hands to arouse me. Then there's the knowledge that when
you're done, I'm going to have you inside me the anticipation of it.
Finally, and I guess the biggest part of it, is simply the fact that
you're a young, virile man, and I can see that you find me desirable"
that last part with a Significant Look toward where my erect penis was
waving in the air in time with my heartbeat.

To my surprise, I wasn't embarrassed in the slightest when she noticed
and mentioned my aroused state I could only figure that some of her
matteroffact attitude about bodies and sexuality was starting to rub
off on me.

What did get my attention though was something she'd said.

"You said that when I was done, you would have me inside you?" I asked.

She smiled, and said "I figured you'd hear that part. Yes, when you're
done, you'll be inside me."

"Well, I'm done" I told her, grinning.

She just grinned back, saying "Are you now? Well, I guess the next part
is up to me, then", her words confusing me a little.

She must have seen the effect on my face because she went on to tell me
"What I want to do this time is something that I've always enjoyed,
although you might not have experienced it yet."

My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked "What's that?"

"This time, you're going to be on the bottom, and I'm going to be on
top!"

Thinking back to the few porno magazines I'd seen, I knew what she was
talking about and she was right, I hadn't been able to try that
position before.

"What do I need to do?" I asked, "Besides lay down, I mean."

She gave me a mischievous grin, and said "That's about it that, and
enjoy it!"

I grinned back, and moved up to lie next to her, my hand reaching for
her breast. Cupping it, I slowly ran my thumb across her nipple,
marveling again how her areolas would pucker and her nipple would get
longer and harder in response. When the one nipple was standing tall and
proud, I moved my hand to give the other the same treatment and got
the same response as Maureen's breathing slowly increased and she
released a soft moan, deep in her throat.

I soon replaced my hand with my mouth, licking and sucking on her
breasts and nipples, causing them to stand out even more as she gasped
her pleasure at what I was doing. I soon detected the unique scent that
told me she was becoming more and more aroused; I let my hand drift down
her body to begin a new exploration between her thighs. She readily
spread them for me, inviting my touch on her most intimate places.

My first touch was to softly run my finger between her vaginal lips
several times, coating it with her oils, before pressing against her
opening. She moaned softly, and lifted her hips in welcome to my soft
probe. Gently, I pressed my finger against her entrance, nudging the
tight ring of her opening apart to allow me to enter her. She was very
wet inside, and I didn't have any trouble sliding my rigid digit inside
her, all the way to the base of my finger. My palm was cupped around her
mons, and I got the idea to begin softly massaging her clitoris as I
slid my finger in and out of her tight opening. When I did that, she
groaned deep in her throat before telling me "Oh, James that feels so
good!"

After a bit, I could feel that she had loosed up a bit inside;
remembering how tight she'd been before, I thought I should try opening
her up a bit more by adding a second finger to the first. In short
order, I had both my ring and middle fingers deep inside her, both of
them wellcoated with the ample lubrication she was producing.

Even as I was slowly fingerfucking her, my mouth was still busy
softly sucking on her breasts, my lips tenderly pulling on her nipples.
By that time, she was moaning almost continuously, her breath coming is
short pants as her arousal continued to grow. I could hear and feel her
getting closer and closer to an orgasm, so I wasn't surprised when she
finally released a soft cry before her body froze as a series of waves
rippled through her vagina, clamping down on my fingers. I continued to
suck on her nipples and massage her clitoris even as I heard and felt it
as she cycled through the sexual release I'd managed to bring her.

After she finally relaxed, I carefully withdrew my fingers from her
stilltwitching vagina; she surprised the hell out of me by reaching
down to take my hand and bring it up to her mouth, where she went about
licking her juices from her fingers, her eyes locked on mine as she did
it. I felt my penis twitch when she took each of my fingers in her mouth
and sucked on it to make sure she'd gotten all of her oils off of it.

When she was done, she gave me a wicked grin before saying "Now, James,
it's MY turn!"

With a gentle nudge, she eased me over onto my back before sitting up
herself. Looking down at me, she said "That felt very good but I still
need to have you inside me."

From being next to me, she moved down until she was hovering over where
my erect and throbbing penis was waving in the air. A brief glance at
me, and she lowered her head to take me into her mouth, sucking on me as
though my penis was a particularly tasty lollipop. As she was doing
that, she began twisting her head to bring a whole new set of sensations
to my salivaslick member.

Once she was satisfied that I was fully erect (!!) and welllubricated
with her saliva, she rose up again and moved to straddle my waist. I
could only look up at her, her passion clear on her face as she reached
down between her legs to grasp my penis. She rose up again; then moved
back slightly, positioning the tip of my erection against her opening.
Holding me steady, she looked deep into my eyes as she slowly began to
impale herself on my pole. The way she was spread, I could easily see
the entrance to her vagina, and watched, mesmerized, as her hot, wet
sheath slowly enveloped my erection in a single slow, steady motion.

With my full length buried in her, she closed her eyes and paused a few
moments as though savoring as I was the sensation of having me
inside her again. Then I felt her vagina tighten slightly, and saw that
she was raising herself up again, letting nearly half my length slip
free before lowering herself again. A moment later, she did it again,
then again. Each time she settled back onto me, it was a little easier
for me to slide into her.

A few more such cycles each a little longer and faster went by
before she switched over to something different: getting her legs under
her, she moved to squat over me and begin slowly bouncing up and down,
raising herself nearly all the way off of me before coming back down
again. That went on for a couple of minutes before her legs apparently
began to tire; then she switched back to straddling me again, leaned
forward her breasts were just out of reach of my lips and began an
arching of her back that only moved her along about a quarter of my
penis; but it was the LAST quarter, meaning that each downward thrust of
her hips brought her fully against my pelvis, taking as much of me
inside as she could manage. I wasn't the besthung guy in any of my
physical education classes, but I was definitely at the 'gifted' end of
normal and I could feel the head of my penis lightly touching the
deepest part of her with each arching of her hips, accompanied by her
soft groan of pleasure at the penetration.

The sensation was incredible, and I fought to try and maintain some
sense of control over my approaching climax. But the feelings she was
creating were intense; I managed to gasp out "Maureen! I'm getting
close!"

She opened her eyes at my words, and stopped her movement over me,
saying "Fight it, James! Think about something else something to
distract you!"

With the sensations around my penis gone, it was a lot easier for me to
do as she said; still, even as I was trying to remember my stats on the
baseball team, I could feel her clenching her vaginal muscles around me.
After a little bit, the urge to empty myself into her had passed, and I
looked up to see her watching me carefully. I nodded that I was ready,
and she leaned forward to put her hands on either side of me and begin
rocking back and forth to slide herself along my length something that
left her doing almost the exact opposite of what she'd been doing
before: sliding herself on and off the three quarters of my penis that
had stayed inside her previously.

The feeling of it was tremendous and nowhere near as stimulating as
feeling myself 'bottoming out' in her vagina. Apparently, though, it
worked for her it took only a minute or two of rocking back and forth
on my dick before she pushed herself back on it as she cried out "Oh,
God, I'm cumming!"

I could feel her vagina clenching around me, and it felt wonderful but
I had been able to get a little more control over myself with the change
in her movements on me, so I wasn't in any 'danger' of climaxing myself.
Still, I have to admit that it not only felt good, but was fun to watch,
as she went through a fairly serious orgasm. I'd never really had the
chance to watch a woman before as she had an orgasm Maureen being the
first female that I'd ever knowingly brought to orgasm, and I'd been a
little 'distracted' the first/last time and it was fun, interesting,
and informative to watch.

Even as I was watching her face, I could feel her body and more to the
point, her vagina as spasm after spasm passed through her between her
gasps and moans of pleasure.

When most of it was over for her, I felt her start moving over me again
slowly at first, sliding herself almost completely off of me before
pushing back again until the tight ring of her opening was around the
base of my penis.

Another minute or two, and she was moving more quickly; as hot and tight
she was inside, I could feel myself begin to approach the point where I
knew I would empty my balls in her. I looked up at her and said "I'm
getting close again"; she responded by looking into my eyes and nodding
her understanding before slowing her selfimpalement on me. Rocking
forward a bit, she managed to get her breasts within range of my lips; I
eagerly took advantage of the situation to wrap my lips around each of
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A writer asks for a woman's opinion on his story. Once she
opens her mouth, things get out of hand. Done entirely in
dialogue after the first paragraph.

MF, oral (implied)

2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's
me, Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this.
If you're younger than 18, don't read this.

Writing Exersize
By Mark Reed

------
Author's Note: Keep reading. The first part is intentionally
cheesy. This story is done entirely in dialogue after the
first paragraph.
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John saw Jan for the first time across the street. As soon
as he got one look at her face he knew she wanted to fuck
him. John was on his way to work, but fucking seemed the
more important thing at the time. He immediately crossed the
street and walked over to her. Jan dropped the shopping bags
she was holding and gave him a lusy kiss. Not a word was
exchanged in their rush to rip each other's clothes off and
do the nasty deed. John tore Jan's blouse up, unhooked her
bra with practiced ease, reached under her skirt to pull her
panties down, unzipped his own pants to get his rock hard
cock out, and positioned himself at her entrance. Jan was so
hot from the mere thought of fucking this handsome stranger
that she was dripping wet. John began pounding into her
immediately and they both climaxed hard within minutes. John
zipped up, Jan put her clothes on, and they both went back
to their normal lives, knowing what an incredible experience
they had just shared.

----

"So I need a woman's perspective. What do you think?"

"Well... I'm trying to find a way to put this delicately."

"Why? Be blunt. It's what you're best at."

"If you insist, okay. Ah... well to be frank, this reads
like a rejected script for a b-rate porno movie."

"What? Why! I thought it was good! Sex in public, yanno?
Everyone likes that."

"But it's not realistic. You don't mention how they avoid
the people on the street. They could have gotten arrested."

"Hm. Okay, I'll add something about that. Maybe they'll do
this at night when it's deserted."

"You've got them as complete strangers here, too. Real
people don't see each other across the street and rip each
other's clothes off. There's not even any dialogue in it.
Doesn't she get a thank you? And the closing line is
unbelievably cheesy."

"Of course they're strangers. That's what makes it fun. And
I believe heavily in the method of communication through
body signals."

"Shouldn't you mention that in your story, then? Not that it
would be much better. 'She was a complete stranger but John
knew her body signals said Come And Fuck Me Right Here Right
Now You Big Hunk You'."

"Okay. I admit the leadup might need a little work..."

"Not to mention the actual sex scene."

"What's wrong with the sex part?"

"Um... it's not arousing, at least for me. Not in the
slightest. You have no foreplay. You have no emotional
interchange. You have no sex except 'slam bam thank you
ma'am' without the thank you part."

"The sex arouses me."

"That may be, and it's good that you're writing for
yourself, but if you're going to show it to others you need
some lead up. You need some actual content in the sex part,
too. And an ending other than 'they both left without a word
and were glad they took the time to fuck like rabbits' would
be nice, too. This reads like a male jerkoff fantasy."

"It is a male jerkoff fantasy."

"Yes. That's the problem. You're trying to write erotic
literature. Or at least a sex story. And the difference is
large in my opinion. If you're going to write something
people will want to read, you need to entertain them. You
need some character in your... er... characters. Speaking as
a woman, I'd like to know they're both capable of feeling
something other than sudden lust."

"I don't want to turn this into a freakin' soap opera. It's
stupid."

"Don't start sulking on me. You asked for my opinion,
remember? You don't have to turn it into a soap opera. I
said feeling, not drama. Big difference. Let's take the
woman for example. No woman I've ever heard of would get
soaking wet over the mere thought of screwing some guy
across the street."

"Well they kissed, too."

"Not for long, and from what you wrote it wasn't that
intense."

"I said passionate."

"You said lusty. Big difference. Actually, you forgot the t
and misspelled it 'lusy.' People might think you meant
lousy."

"Ha, ha. Lust is passion. Lusty could mean hot and heavy."

"Yeah, but you need more description. Besides, no woman can
get that turned on from a short kiss. You need to keep this
in the real world."

"I AM keeping it in the real world. In my experience women
get that turned on from kissing."

"You're being ridiculous and you know it. It's not possible,
nor likely."

"Fine, I'll prove it."

"What are you MM! Mph! Mmfff!!! MMMF.... MM.... mmmmmm.
Mmmmmmmmmm..."

"There. Are you turned on?"

"Huh?"

"I said, are you turned on?"

"What? Hey, how did I end up on the floor?"

"Your knees gave out and I had to catch you. You're avoiding
my point. Did I turn you on or not?"

"Uh, yeah. Yes you did. I didn't know you could kiss like
that."

"You'd be surprised. Anyway, now you understand. It wouldn't
be a problem for the female to be ready for him by the end
of the kiss."

"Will you help me up? Thanks. The kiss was nice. Actually
that kiss was... damn. Have you been able to kiss like that
all this time? Anyway, the kiss was good, but I'm not
exactly ready to fuck anyone."

"Well we didn't kiss for long. Besides, I was a gentleman. I
kept my hands to myself."

"Oh, what a line of crap. There isn't going to be room
enough for the both of us and your ego in a few more
minutes."

"What? I'm not making any of this up. I can have a woman
begging me to fuck her in under five minutes."

"That's the most male chauvanist crock of.... prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it. You say you can get a woman to beg you to fuck
her in under five minutes, prove it. Make me beg you to fuck
me."

"I've known you for seven years. We're friends. We're good
friends. I don't think it's a good idea to risk all of that
just to..."

"You're full of shit. You're backpedalling."

"Alright. Fine. When do my five minutes start?"

"Now. If you can make MPH! MMMMmmmmmmmm..."

"Mfffmmphmm?"

"...mmmmmmmmmm...."

THUD

"Oh shit! You okay? I tried to catch you."

"Huh?"

"Your knees gave out again. I couldn't get a grip on you
fast enough to catch you."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"Hey! Pay attention. See the hand? Back and forth, back and
forth. Watch the hand. Good. Now follow the hand until
you're looking at my face. Good. Now pay attention. Are you
hurt?"

"Um.... huh? Oh... No, no I'm fine. I think I'll just stay
on the floor for a while. What time is it?"

"3:42, why?"

"You've got four minutes left."

"You can't be serious! You can't even stand."

"I don't need to stand to kiss you. You said you could make
me beg you in under five minutes. Well, tick tock tick
tock."

"Fine. Is your bra clasp in the front or back?"

"Back. What does that have to do with kissing?"

"I didn't say I'd kiss you the whole five minutes. I said I
could make you beg in five minutes. I'll need to use my
hands."

"Oh. Well I hope you're not in the habit of undressing your
women while casually talking to them about their bras."

"Normally I'd undress them while I kiss them. This is a
standard clasp, right? Oh, there we go. Anyway, normally I'd
still be kissing them, but every time I get that far, you
collapse on me."

"These pants are a pain. Let me help you with that. Not that
there's any point in getting undressed. The only thing I'll
be begging you for at this rate is a blanket."

"Uh huh. You wouldn't say that if we were still kissing."

"Then would you just shut the hell up and kiss mph.
Mmmm...."

...

"... mmmmmm. Wow. You have mmm... you have soft hands."

"Thank you. You've got nipples large enough for that b rated
porno movie I'm writing for."

"You got rejected. Don't you pay any attention? Speaking of
paying attention, get your hand off my knee and get back to
work."

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh. Oh, my. You seem to oh wow. You seem ahhhh.... Nnngh.
You seem to gasp ... You... uh.... oooohhhh."

"Heh. You seem a bit distracted."

"Oh god. I didn't know fingers could feel so good down
there. Do you practice this?"

"In a way. I play the guitar, remember? Strong fingers."

"I need to date a guitar player. Oh, do that again. Oooohh.
Ngh. What the NGH! Oh my NGH. Gasp Will you... oh."

"I thought you'd like that. Figured it out while tuning one
day."

"What exactly are you ngh. What are you ngh. Ohhhh.... How
are ngh. Doing. That. Oh my."

"That would be telling. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a
minute left and better things to do with my tongue than
talk."

"What? You're not going to... you.... are.... oh my GOD!"

....

"Oh god. Wow. Um. Oh.... oh! Oh! .... Oh!"

...

Gasp

...

"Oh Christ! What the FUCK! OH JESUS! YES! Oh god please
don't stop. Aaaarrwhlck. MPH! OH!"

...

"Just a little OH! Please more! Don't stop baby please
please please don't stop baby baby OH MORE PLEASE YES YES
YESS YESSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!"

...

...

"God, you're beautiful when you come."

...

"Back with me now, hon? You taste delicious."

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Heh. Told you I could make you beg in five minutes."

"You were wrong."

"Hm? You don't want me to... ah.. continue?"

"I want you to fuck my brains out. But you're still wrong.
First, it's been six minutes, not five. Second, I'm not
begging. I'm simply telling you that if you don't get your
damn clothes off and get down here in the next sixty
seconds, I will castrate you."

"Oh, I see. You're not begging. Ouch! Watch the hands with
the boxers, dear. You're not begging, you're ordering. Well,
what if I don't want to do anything until you beg me?"

"You don't want to do that. Wow you're big."

"I'm not the only one with nice hands, either. But back to
business. I'm not doing a thing until you beg me."

"Shut up and fuck me."

"You're not very good at this begging stuff are yYYYEEE!"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Ow! Hey, you're not playing fair. That hurts. OW!"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Jesus! Okay let go. God, girl!"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"I need a bit of time to recover. You kind of killed my
mood."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"You need to work on adding more phrases to mph. Mmmm.
Mmmmmmmmmm...."

~fin~

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James Part III. Competition

Chapter 11

We were roused at the crack of dawn by four very noisy and very naked
ladies.

"Amanda, are you alright?"

"Did the brute hurt you?"

"Did you have a good time?"

"Did you guys sleep at all?"

Amanda turned from where she was lying on top of me.

"Good morning! I feel great! Actually I hurt, but it's a good hurt.
We did it! I'm no longer virgin!"

She gave me a long loving kiss, "Good morning lover, how are you?"

"Oh, spare me, lady, no more! I swear I did all I could. Have
mercy!" I threw up my hand.

She giggled, "I love you, Mr Dweebus the Ravisher, you were the
sweetest, gentlest ravisher I'll ever know." I gave her another kiss and
then everyone piled on, kissing and touching.

There was some blood on the sheets and Sara was particularly concerned.
She insisted on doing a personal inspection of Amanda's equipment and the
other two naturally crowded around. Amanda looked at me helplessly,
blushing furiously. I stroked her hair and kissed her nose.

"Oh, she's SO small!"

"And it's all red... Does it hurt a lot?" Amanda shook her head weakly.

They all took turns kissing it better until Nicole told them to behave.

Nicole was radiant and excited. "We nuzzled cunts all night. I swear I
cannot come for a week. It's everything you told me, and more! Wow!"

Amanda wanted to know what it was but I told her it was best saved for
the right time. "Besides, it's not something you can explain. Just ask
Nicole!"

"Yeah, the best thing is to experience it when you are relaxed, rested,
and with people you love..." She hugged us and kissed us all.

"Oh, it can't be better than last night. I came and came, and then he
made me come again. Oh god. It was wonderful!" Amanda enthused.

"No, I agree, he's wonderful." Nicole touched my cheek, "You make me
melt, every time..." She gazed in my eyes and kissed me, gently.

"Ahem, someone's got a hardon again..."

"Stop, don't touch it!"

"It's gonna BLOW!"

"Look at how red it's getting!"

"Maybe we should kiss it better..."

Nicole hustled the girls out. "You two have 30 minutes and we've got to
get moving!" She blew us a kiss and disappeared.

"I love you, my Mandie Chip..."

"And I love you, James Mitchell." We hugged and she gently rubbed her
thigh on the side of my cock.

"I finally got your big ugly thing inside..."

"And you'll probably hurt for a week. Was it worth it?"

"Don't say that. It was worth that and more, now I know I'm yours.
It's the best feeling... I really, really love you." I held her and she
buried her head in my neck.

I carried her to the shower, like the first time, but Amanda was tired
and quite sore so I washed her gently and tucked her back in bed. She
nodded off and I went down for breakfast.

"Let Amanda sleep. I'll drop you and the girls off at school and then
we'll drive down to the competition. Call when you can. And good luck, my
love." Nicole hugged me and gave me a quick kiss.

= = = =

There was a small send off at school but, with Coach Wilson glaring at
us, nobody got to try any funny stuff. Fortunately too, since I had
already been treated to a warm session with the girls on the way down
during which they just about succeeded in sending me all the way off.

The bus ride down was every bit as bad as we expected, it was hot and
smelly inside. Good thing there were only 7 of us going down.

I had 3 matches the first day, and 4 the next day. If I was lucky, then
I got to move on to the finals on Sunday.

I realized I was still bushed from last night so I took the chance to
nap. I heard Coach Wilson say he wished everybody could be as calm as I
was. I just wished for a few more hours of sleep and perhaps dream of
Amanda.

I lost the first match, but it was against the reigning champ and I
still took 2 falls, so I was not too disappointed. Afterwards he shook my
hand and said, "Good match", which made me feel even better.

I breezed through the other matches and Coach Wilson was beaming. I
told him I'm going to get a rub down at a friend's hotel because ours was
overbooked. He was very agreeable and I asked, "If I'm late, can I call in
at lights out and stay over there?" He looked suspiciously at me and said,
"No sex, right?"

I gave him my best "Who, me?" look and hurried off.

= = = =

Nicole's suite was on the 23rd floor of the hotel and was bigger than
the combined sizes of the 4 rooms the school had booked. Nicole was in a
short terry robe and I patted her ass as I gave her a warm kiss.

"How's Amanda?" She took my hand and led me to a bedroom where Amanda,
naked under a Tshirt, was bouncing up and down on the water bed.

"And there's a switch to make it vibrate too!" my Chip was all of 12
years old again. She threw herself at me and I let her pin me.

"Loser has to kiss me wherever I want!" As she smothered me with sloppy
kisses and tongue.

"Ooooh, you stink!" She wrinkled up her nose, "Like old laundry. But
kiss me some more..." I slipped my hand up to her back and stroked her
softly. She shivered and licked my lips. Nicole knelt down and gave us
each a kiss.

"Take him to the shower and I'll order dinner."

We soaped each other and I looked at her vagina. It was a bit puffy but
it didn't seem to bother her. I kissed it and told her we wouldn't have
sex until it's all better.

"I miss it already... But I still have this!" And stuck me in her
mouth. I grew quickly as her tongue searched out the nerve endings. She
hummed and her hands explored my balls. She kissed me for a long time, but
would not let me come.

Finally, she looked up at me and started to pump on me in earnest. I
clutched her hair and slumped back against the shower wall as waves of
blinding ecstasy shook me. I kept jamming more of me in her mouth until,
with a choked moan I sprayed my come into her mouth, forced deep on to my
cock. She was frantically swallowing as I drove myself ever deeper into
her tightness. I had to grab her head to stop myself from collapsing.

Tenderly she kissed and sucked me clean, still on her knees.

"Is it ten minutes yet?"

= = = =

We were barely dry when Nicole called me to the phone.

"Hi sweetie!" Jules was all excited, "Did you have a good day?"

I started telling her about the match but she cut in.

"Listen, about the school dance, d'you know it's next Friday? And I
don't think I remember you asking me to go with you."

"Sure I asked you, the week you ditched me..."

"Oh... oh well, I got us tickets already. And just so you don't feel
rejected, I'll be glad to go with you..."

"I don't know how I can ever repay your kindness..."

"Think nothing of it, I'll come up with something. And don't forget my
corsage!"

"Listen, er, do you think I might get lucky that night?"

"Hmmm, no, probably not. I hear you talk too much and you have no
staying power."

"How 'bout a blow job then?"

"Oh no, what kind of a girl do you think I am?!"

"I'll be quick, I promise, no more than ten minutes, five if you're any
good."

"Well, maybe, if you get me a real nice corsage and you bring your own
kleenexes."

"Deal! We have a date!"

"Wait, Sara here wants to talk to you."

"Hi... How's your day?"

I started talking about the day but she stopped me.

"James, Simon's asked me to the dance and I wasn't sure if I should go."

"Do you want to go with him?"

"Yeah, kinda. You'll be going with Jules and..."

"Go ahead then, Sara. It'll be fun. You be nice to him."

"And James, you'll still take me out after?"

"Absolutely. We have to have at least six more dates!" I could feel her
grinning over the phone.

"I love you..." She whispered, "Oh, and here's Brenda."

"Hi James, how was..."

"Wait, are you interested in hearing about my day or you have something
to tell me?"

"Well, I sorta got asked to the dance too and I sorta agreed... but I
want you to know it doesn't change anything between us... OK?"

"It's fine, Bren. That means we can all be at the dance!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought as well. And I love you too, James."

"Love you too... Bye!"

I hung up and Amanda hugged me, "And I love you!" Nicole came up behind
me and wrapped her arms around us, "You're such a sweetheart, willing to
settle for a blowjob when you can't get laid. How can anyone not love you
to pieces?" She kissed my neck and started kneading my shoulders. I closed
my eyes and relaxed in Amanda's arms.

Ten blissful minutes later, room service delivered a nicely charred,
rare Porterhouse for me, sole for Nicole and spaghetti for Amanda.

"You should move in with Nicole that's ALL she has at home."

"OK eat and we'll finish your massage. Then shower and an early
night." Nicole was all business again. Over dinner she read me notes that
she had made on my other opponents. Apparently she had driven like a
maniac and got in early so she could take notes and then, during breaks,
went with Amanda to the Museum.

I went around and knelt before her as I kissed her, "Thank you. I adore
you." I whispered. She smiled and kissed me back tenderly.

"Me too, Nicole!" Amanda said. She held Nicole's face in both her
hands, and softly kissed her. I watched as Nicole went through a
remarkable transformation. All the cares melted off her face, her body
slumped and she simply dissolved under Amanda's touch. I could only stare,
dumbfounded at the exquisite beauty arrayed before me.

There were tears in Nicole's eyes when Amanda finally released her.
"How can a kiss feel so incredible?" she shook her head. "You're amazing,
Amanda! You should patent that!" Amanda grinned happily and turned to me.
"Your turn!" and gave me a kiss that left me flopping bonelessly on the
floor.

Amanda watched TV as Nicole led me to a massage bench which she had set
up in the other bedroom. I laid face down and she went to work. Her long
powerful fingers found every kink and hot spot on my back and pounded it
out. It felt like an orgasm only this one lasted 30 minutes.

I turned over and Nicole perched on my waist. She was sweaty and her
hair was pasted over her face and she was the most incredibly beautiful
person I had ever seen. My cock batted her on the ass.

I reached down and slipped my prick into her. She started shaking and
fell on my chest.

"No, ahhh, AAmanda's ooutside. Oh, ahh, ahhh." I was about halfway
in.

"Ugh... ugh..." she breathed as I fucked her with short shallow
strokes. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Amanda come in the room.
She put her finger to her lips and tiptoed behind Nicole. I started
caressing her hard nipples.

Suddenly Nicole started shaking and moaning as Amanda stuck her tongue
in and around our slow coupling. Nicole was squirming on me and digging
her nails into my skin. Her moans and shudders grew until suddenly she
screamed into my shoulder, then she bit me, driving herself down on my cock
and convulsing in a violent orgasm. She shook and moaned a long time, even
as Amanda came around and hugged us, poking a hard nipple in my eye.

"Sheshe stuck her tongue in my bbehind!" Shuddered Nicole as Amanda
beamed. Suddenly Nicole grabbed Amanda and kissed her hard, still rocking
on me.

I worked my arm around Amanda's back and down her crack. She was
dripping wet as I rubbed her clit. Nicole was still shivering.

Amanda tore away from Nicole, "Put your finger inside!" she hissed at me
before returning to the kiss. I pumped her gently as she pulled Nicole's
hand to her breast. As I leaned up to kiss the other one, I could hear
their breaths gasping into each other as they grunted and shook in their
pleasure.

= = = =

I had to help two shaky little girls to the shower and ended up washing
both of them and myself as well. I followed them to the water bed after
making my call in to coach Wilson.

Amanda was using one of Nicole's breast for a pillow. I leaned over and
kissed Amanda and nibbled her lips as she smiled at me. Then I kissed
Nicole and whispered. "You are am amazing human being, my Princess." She
smiled happily and her eyes sparkled.

Amanda kissed us and spread herself out over Nicole and me. I began
stroking Nicole's breast and running my other hand over Amanda's tight ass.

"Mmmm, it was a naughty thing you did, Amanda."

"Yeah, wasn't it? I LOVED it!"

"I didn't think I could ever feel so turned on about something that
depraved!"

"I didn't know either but it felt right at the time... It was really
exciting for me too."

"Your talented mouth should be classified as a National treasure."

Amanda giggled. "It feels so good knowing you enjoy it. It makes me
tingle!"

Amanda put her arms around our necks and said, "Goodnight, my very best
friends in the world..." Nicole nestled deeper into my shoulders and her
hand found mine across Amanda's back, "G'Night, my sweets..."

I held the two lovely ladies to me and thanked my stars.

= = = =

Nicole's observation notes about my opponents were brilliant I knew
their weaknesses and strengths and tricks long before they had a chance to
learn mine. I sailed past all 5 matches cleanly except for a stupid fall
suffered when I was looking at the girls instead of his feet.

I changed and called home and Mom was thrilled and happy. Coach Wilson
was also well pleased as he came up and pumped my hand. "I'm glad the
little mat burn didn't slow you down!", pointing at Nicole's love bite,
"Take it easy and I'll see you tomorrow!" I had made the finals.

= = = =

Amanda had her arms around Nicole and me as we wandered through the
Museum. Nicole had insisted that Amanda finish what they had come here to
do. By closing time she was getting quite tired and so we ate at the
burger joint next door before returning to the hotel.

Nicole was again making mincemeat out of my back on the massage table
when Amanda came in, still naked from the shower.

"You guys go have fun I'm going to bed now." She mumbled drowsily.

After Amanda fell asleep, I showered and got into the sea island cotton
suit Nicole brought along for me. I made a reservation to the Hotel's roof
restaurant and had just left a message to Coach Wilson, telling him that I
was going to stay over when the bedroom door opened.

I stood and stared, my jaw bouncing on the floor. She was wearing a
shimmering white anklelength dress, cut almost hip high, and a plunging
neckline that showed maddening glimpses of gravity defying boobs. The
blood pounded in my ears and if my insides had not been totally liquefied,
I would have jumped her on the spot.

She did a pirouette in her heels and crinkled at me, "You like?" I could
only blink and gasp for a long time.

"Wow!" I breathed. "Aren't there laws about wearing this in public?"

"I expect my knight to stand up for my rights tonight... Oooh, look!
He's standing already!" I had to grab her hand as she reached for my
pulsing bulge.

"Don't touch it. Otherwise I'll be walking around with a big stain on
my pants!"

I took her hand and rushed us out. She leaned up against me at the
elevators, clutching my arm.

"I'm glad I don't have that problem, I just run down my legs..." My jaw
hit the floor again.

"You mean, you... you're..."

"...totally pantyless? I'm afraid so." She twinkled.

I sighed and shook my head sadly.

"James? You don't think it's too..."

"No I'm just sorry I blew all your money. You're reduced to buying
dresses with big holes in them and you can't even afford underwear!"

She had her nails buried in my shoulder and was hiccupping weakly
against me when the elevator doors opened.

She leaned over and whispered, "I think I just pee'd myself!" and ran
off to the ladies as soon as we got to the top.

= = = =

I knew Nicole was back in the room when I heard the collective sound of
jaws hitting the floor. Pierre, the restaurant's manager, who'd been
explaining an unfortunate mixup in our reservations, stopped and stared as
Nicole nestled herself against me. As she kissed my cheek she pressed a
banknote in my hand.

I waved it in front of him and he quickly made it disappear. I swear it
was Ben Franklin's face I saw.

Pierre, suddenly remembering that we were on the "Special VIP" list,
ushered us to a table with an impressive view of the city. The sun was
beginning to set and it bathed her hair and face with a halo of fire. Her
eyes brimmed with tenderness as I held her hand and stared back.

Pierre said something in the background about 'Drinks' and I growled,
"Champagne, the best." without taking my eyes off her.

Our reverie was briefly interrupted when the waiter popped a bottle of
'89 Cristal.

"To you, Nicole. The gods favored me when you entered my life. Thank
you, my Princess." I'd wanted to say more but my voice had failed me. She
gripped my hand tightly, her eyes soft and misty.

"James, you have given me life. You touched me and made living
possible. Everything I am, I am because of you, my Knight..." My hands
shook as we toasted and drank.

It tickled my throat and reminded me of ginger ale, and it could have
been, for all the difference it made. Words and thought were no longer
necessary, our gripping hands and locked gazes said all that was necessary.

It was after nine when we left the restaurant. She rested her head on
my shoulder and took my arm.

"I have always dreamt of this. A romantic, starfilled night, my
lover's strong arms keeping me warm and safe." She turned to me, "I have
never loved anybody as I love you..." We held each other and shared a
tender kiss that did not end until we were outside the suite.

Once inside Nicole kicked off her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief,
"I'll never wear those horrid things again." I kissed her and swept her up
in my arms as she purred around my neck.

The lights were low as we quietly entered the bedroom. Amanda was not
in the bed, instead there was a note on the pillow:

"Enjoy yourself but not too loud, I'm sleeping next door."

"The gods have favored us with your Amanda." Nicole said softly.

= = = =

I started taking off my clothes and she sprawled in bed to watch me, one
tanned breast precariously exposed, and I could almost see up the length of
a long sleek leg. The buzzing in my head grew as she adjusted herself and
I could see the wetness gleaming in the shadows.

I kissed her neck and breasts as I slipped her dress off, licking my way
down her tight abdomen as I worked the garment off her.

I trailed my tongue back up to her mouth and she folded me in her arms.
She guided me into her hot moistness, the buzzing was maddening but I
forced myself to go slowly, savoring every nuance of her soft, coddling
warmth.

She hissed her pleasure and wrapped her legs around me as I made short
even strokes, pulling me deeper each time. Her hands gripped my hair as
she shook in a series of everstronger climaxes, her mouth attacking mine
in a frenzy.

My mind was drowning in a whirlpool of sensations radiating about our
sex which soon enveloped my whole being. I shook uncontrollably as my seed
loosed itself in a torrent of liquid ecstasy into her core.

We laid there for a long time, our bodies and our beings joined as one.
Finally, as I slipped out of her, she softly kissed me and eased out of
bed.

A moment later, she returned with a bright eyed Amanda in her arms.
"You guys have a good time?"

"You mean just now? Couldn't you hear?" Amanda was making herself
comfortable on top of our bodies.

"I just heard two people sharing themselves and their love. It was
tender, sweet and incredibly special." She said quietly, "Exactly the same
way I feel about us."

Chapter 12

My opponent for the semis was surprisingly strong and I barely squeaked
past him by relying on my speed. The next round was for the title and my
opponent was again John who'd beaten me the first day. We went to sudden
death before he pinned me.

As I stood on the podium getting my silver medal John shook my hand
warmly and said, "We'll kick some ass at Nationals!" He was too nice to
mention that I would go only if he could not compete.

Coach dismissed me after wringing my hand to a pulp and I rushed off to
find the girls. We had 3 more hours of driving ahead of us and I wanted to
spend all of it with them.

I laid on Amanda's lap in the back of the Mercedes, her hand inside my
T, teasing the few hairs I have there. There was a melancholy in the air,
we knew that this most amazing weekend was coming to an end and we would
have to part company.

Amanda caressed my face and her other hand drifted down to my shorts.
She tugged the zip down and gently pulled my erection out. She looked into
my eyes, then as she kissed me she slowly moved her little hand on me.

I felt myself dissolving in her soft touch, falling deeper into a world
of sensuality and emotions and suddenly I was shaking and my hips were
humping into her fist. She smiled and leaned down to take me in her mouth.
There was time for her to lick me once and I was pumping my come into her.
With her hand still moving slowly on the shaft, she sucked softly as I
emptied myself. Finally she pulled off and I could see her work my sperm
in her mouth before she swallowed.

"I want to make sure I have something to remind me of the most wonderful
week of my life."

I pulled Amanda's face down for a kiss and she smiled sadly. I turned
and kissed her soft belly, pulling up her shirt so I could touch her bare
skin. I watched as her nipples swelled and became hot and excited under my
tongue. She moaned softly but said nothing, letting my mouth and tongue
roam over her sweet breasts.

I moved up and took her into my lap and she opened her legs as I brushed
my hand over them. We kissed as I gently rubbed her sex, until she
breathed her release. Afterwards, curled up together, we slept.

= = = =

It was almost five when we arrived at Amanda's house. We straightened
ourselves as she gripped my hand. After a whispered, "I love you James."
Amanda bolted from the car. Nicole went with her as the front door opened
and Mr and Mrs Cipola came out.

I got out and walked up to them. Nicole and Amanda stared at me.

"Uh, hello, James..."

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Cipola. I met Mme Petitcoeur and Amanda at the
Museum yesterday and they kindly offered me a ride back... What I like to
do is ask for your permission to take Amanda out some time..."

"Are you saying that you want Amanda to go on a date with you? Do you
realize she's only twelve?" Amanda was looking to faint.

"Yes sir, I am also aware that she is a very intelligent, sensitive and
lovely young lady. I would appreciate the chance to get to know her."

He studied me until Mrs Cipola nudged him. "I see you've made an
impression on both ladies of my family. I trust you will not make me
regret my decision, young man!"

"No sir, you have my word. I thank you for your confidence, and your
trust." I shook hands with him and his wife. I turned to Amanda, "If it is
alright with you, can I call you later?" She nodded, smiling through her
tears as she gravely shook my hand.

= = = =

"Wow, I don't know where you got the nerve to do that! I almost had a
heart attack back there!" Nicole drove in silence for a while. "Now it's
got me turned on like never before. Do you mind if we go to my place
first?"

"I guess I have 10 minutes..."

After Nicole stopped laughing, she said, "And I'm not going to settle
for a blow job. I want you to FUCK the living daylights out of me,
understand?" And she floored the gas.

Our clothes were all over the front seats before the garage door closed.
She clambered over to the passenger side and dropped her wet cunt on me and
started rocking.

"Ugh, ah, ah." Her eyes were closed and her nails dug into my skin. I
mauled her breasts and lashed my tongue in her mouth. As I came I pressed
her hips down on me as she spasmed and flopped on my prick. She shivered
along my body as we came down from our wild explosion. She licked my ears
and nibbled my neck and my erection refused to go down.

"Mmmm, you are such a wild man. You drive me crazy!" She started
pumping again. I held her face and licked her lips. she sucked my tongue
into her mouth and I surged into her. She started humming and shivering
again.

"James... touch me there... my behind... gently!" She gave a small
shriek when I touched her and then shook with a long noisy orgasm as I
rubbed her juices around her ass, still pumping shakily on me. Her head
fell on my shoulder as she wheezed out her climax.

"Oh... oh, I'm leaking!" She jumped off me and held her panties to her
crotch, dashing inside. I caught up to her at the top of the stairs. I
grabbed her around the waist and, while she hung on the banister, stuck my
wet and throbbing cock in her from behind. She wailed as I pounded into
her hot wet sex. I reached around and pinched her clit as her cries peaked
and a load of hot semen burned its way down my cock. I fell on the floor
and she collapsed over me. She draped her head over my shoulder and licked
my ear.

"Wow, that's how it feels to be ravished! Hmmm I'm leaking again." She
was nibbling and sticking her tongue in my ear but I was too drained to do
anything.

"Don't move!" She cautioned needlessly as she dashed off to the bathroom
while I laid on the landing at the top of the stairs with a sticky puddle
of our dripping cooling on my belly.

She came back with a wide grin on her face, "I couldn't find a cloth
so..." as she knelt and started lapping the come off my stomach. She had
barely started on my pubic hair when my prick rose and threatened to take
her eye out. She licked her way down it before sliding it inside her hot
mouth. I pulled her over my face and started cleaning her out as well.

With long slow strokes Nicole slipped her mouth up and down the full
length of my cock. I started shaking again and I dropped my head back, too
weak to do anything but grunt and hump myself into her face.

She kept me deep in her mouth and massaged my balls. She hummed and
squeezed the base of my cock and, without warning, I started shooting into
her, bucking and screaming in my orgasm.

She kept me in her, licking and sucking gently until I was completed
wilted and empty.

"And that's MY memento for the most wonderful week." She said as she
shoved me in her shower.

We arranged for me to drop by the next day and she gave me a tired wave
and a smile as I drove off in the BMW.

= = = =

I called from the car and she answered on the first ring.

"Hi... Amanda?"

"Hi... oh god, I'm shaking... I miss you already!"

"I miss you too, and thank you for a wonderful week."

"You know that was the most incredible thing you did. Mom and Dad
hadn't stopped talking about you!"

"Good or bad?"

"I think they're already planning our wedding... With a shotgun if
necessary!"

"Oh..."

"James if I could love you any more, I would, but you already own
every part of me. It was the sweetest and bravest thing anyone's ever done
for me... I love so you so very much..."

"I love you..."

"When can I see you again? Are you planning to take me out?"

"How about next Saturday?"

"Oh good. Can you pick me up early?"

"How early?"

"Like 12am?" She giggled.

"Maybe a little later, then we can go on a picnic."

"That will be good... I can get the food."

"I'll get the drinks and pick you up at ten, then."

"Are you going to call me again?"

"I don't know..."

"I can't sit by the phone and wait for your email at the same time, you
know."

"OK I'll call you at 6:30 when I can."

"I can live with that, I suppose... I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too. Uh, I gotta go, I'm home!"

"Call me tomorrow, if you can... James, I love you."

"Love you... Sleep tight, my Mandie Chip."

= = = =

Dinner was great, Mom had pot roast with all the trimmings and
afterwards Dad took pictures of me and my medal. There were even a couple
of calls from local newspapers asking for an interview.

Jules called and invited me over. Her whole family was waiting by the
porch. I was hugged by everyone and they ooh'd and aah'd over the medal.

Jules dragged me to the back of the house where she leaned into me and
kissed me passionately. "Oh, I missed you so much... And I'm so proud of
you!" We held each other as I squeezed the warm flesh inside her tight
jeans.

"Did you have a good time with Nicole and Amanda?"

"Yeah, but it was sad to say goodbye to Amanda."

"Must be hard to be by herself. When you're not around, I've still got
Bren and Sara... Maybe I can call her and cheer her up."

"That would be a great idea," I said. "Are the girls coming over for
'homework' tonight?"

"No we have to go to look for a dress again tomorrow so we REALLY have
to do homework tonight! Oh, before you go, can you invite Celeste for a
ride? She's dying to go in the BMW but she's too shy to ask..."

"OK, we'll ask her but first, I want to talk to you about
something..."

I had thought about what I needed to do to look after Nicole's shares
and I had arranged with Mom and Dad to stay over at Nicole's after school.
I told Jules to tell her parents that she has a parttime job working with
me at JamPC Holdings every Tuesday and Thursday. Her eyes lit up and we
went inside.

Jules dragged Celeste out and said, "Take my sister for a ride. I've
got to talk to Mom and Dad. Don't come back for an hour!"

= = = =

I took the top down, even though it was not that warm but Celeste seemed
to enjoy it. I took us up the back road up the hill and she laughed as her
blond hair streamed back. I pulled up at the bluff.

"How are you doing?"

"Great! This is a fun car!"

"Yeah, I have to return it tomorrow, unfortunately... Listen, Celeste,
you know I care a lot for Jules, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"And you know, like, we're having sex, right?"

"Yeah, it was very obvious."

"I mean to say that I won't do anything to hurt her..."

"Uh... Are you guys protected?"

I told her about making Jules buy me the carton of Trojans. Celeste
giggled, "You shouldn't have, that was so mean!"

"But it made it clear to her that it's both our responsibilities.
Although, the time you heard us at home, we'd both forgotten about it."

"But nothing happened, right?"

"Yeah, lucky for us... So now she's 100% protected."

"She's on the pill?"

"No, something better." So I told her about the implant.

"That's good to know. I thought about it after our talk last time and I
guess I was feeling very left out. It's like Jules always had everything!
I was in such a state when Mark asked her out I mean we're in the same
grade and he had the nerve to ask my SISTER out!"

"Hey what about me? For 2 weeks I went around ripping people's arms
out of their socket! How d'ya think I got into the finals?"

She laughed, "You shoulda ripped HIS arms out! All eight of them! I
swear, when I went out with him, that's what it felt like!"

"You went out with him?"

"Yeah, in our Junior year, he asked me out and I guess I was blinded by
his looks and his money... It wasn't a nice experience."

"Did anything happen? Did he hurt you?"

"Nothing physical, but he made me feel cheap. Like I was nothing but a
toy for him to play with."

"I'm sorry, you're too nice to have this happen to you. You got over
that, right?"

"Not really I haven't dated anyone after that..."

"That's terrible!" Celeste nodded.

I got out of the car. "C'mon, let's go for a walk. And I can be your
date."

I offered my arm and she took it. We walked a bit along the path.

"You know, someone once told me that we all have a romantic dream. And
much of it has to do with having somebody you can trust, and knowing, deep
down inside, that that person will never betray your trust." I stopped and
looked at her, "Celeste, if you let me, I can be that person for you." I
held her elbows and kissed her on the cheek.

"What about Jules... Don't you love her?"

"I do we will tell her if you decide that I can be your friend. But
it will not change how Jules and I feel about each other. It's all a
matter of trust, Celeste."

Slowly she put her arms around me and held me for a long time. As we
walked back to the car, she looked at me and said, "I will think on what
you said, but thank you for a lovely date."

She was laughing and smiling all the way home.

We pulled up in front of her house and she put her hand over mine on the
gearshift. She leaned over and kissed me on the side of my mouth.

She giggled, "I don't even know how to kiss any more..." I held her face
and kissed her gently, just light, butterfly touches but I could feel our
hearts pounding. I felt her tongue probe against mine and we gently let
them touch and dance on each other. When we pulled back, her eyes were
shining and she was breathing hard.

"Thank you for a GREAT date, James. I think I'm beginning to learn
about trust. Please don't rush me..."

"Take your time. I will always be there for you."

We chatted outside until Jules joined us.

"James, they said it's OK as long as my grades don't slip. How much are
you paying me?"

"We can go with, say $10 an hours plus commission, which means you'll be
making some serious money. Provided you do your job well of course."

"Am I required to suck up to my boss, and sit on his knee or something?"

"Or something..."

"Ugh, you guys are gonna get obscene again, aren't you?" Celeste grinned
and went inside.

"Did you see that? Celeste smiled, at us!"

"We had a talk..." Jules grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back. She
pulled my arms around her neck and said, "You're supposed to give your new
employee an orientation so she knows what to expect..." and kissed me as
she pulled me against her groin.

She sniffed me. "Is that Celeste's perfume?" I smiled and said, "Just a
little kiss." and buffed my nails on my lapel.

"I can't believe you kissed the Ice Maiden!"

"She said she hadn't been kissed for a long time. Keep it between us
for now, but she's had a bad experience with a boy once and..."

"...and Mr James Mitchell goes to the rescue... Or is it Mr. MM?" I
had to take her hand off my crotch.

"No, definitely not Mr. MM, it'll take some time for her to get over
it."

"Hmmmm, I wonder if she's had her cunt nuzzled..."

"Stay away from her! She doesn't need to be molested by her own sister
on top of everything else!"

"Yes boss! I wouldn't dream of depriving you of your conquest!" Her
eyes got dreamy, "Hmmm, but there's nothing wrong with a sisterly
hearttoheart, is there?"

"Just behave yourself. Think like you've just come back from a date
with Mark."

She shuddered against me, "Oh gross. You sure know how to turn a girl
off..."

She snuggled into my neck, "Every time I think about it I get the
shakes, knowing how close I came to losing you..." She kissed me and held
my face, "I love you James, and I never, ever want to lose you." We kissed
softly as she ran her hands over my back.

"Do you think we can sneak you up to my room so that I can properly show
my appreciation?"

"Not a chance. But Tuesday, I'll pick you up after school and we'll
have you working under me in no time!"

"And maybe we can learn some more about atoms?"

"What a smashing idea!"

Part IV. Interlude.

Chapter 13

There were two identically miniskirted blonds waiting for me the next
morning. Jules climbed in the back and Celeste got in carefully, tugging
her short skirt down awkwardly.

"Wait, Celeste has something to show you..." Jules grinned as she leaned
over my seat.

Celeste fidgeted and tugged her skirt, refusing to look at either of us.

"Celeste..."

"OK, OK." She leaned forward and pecked me on the lips.

"No, no, no, that's not it! Do it again, like we practiced!" Jules was
bouncing up and down, frustrated at her very slow pupil.

Slowly, Celeste touched her lips to mine, and as I returned her kiss,
her hands started caressing my face. She turned her head slightly and our
lips nestled together. The pounding in my head grew as she tasted me with
her soft tongue, inviting me to do the same. Our breaths became gasps as
we pushed ourselves tightly together in an all out slobber fest.

Celeste's hands were tearing my hair painfully as Jules pried us apart,
"No, no, no, that's not how she's supposed to do it either!"

"What's wrong with that? It felt fine with me!"

"She's supposed to stop before she got to the last part!" JulieAnn cried
in dismay.

"That's because she had such a great teacher, you should be proud!" I
kissed Jules on the nose and slowly she relented.

"How are you?" I asked Celeste, who was slumped in her seat, eyes
shining. She was playing with her skirt, which had ridden up her thighs,
showing a nice view of her panties. With a wet patch.

"Fantastic!" She smiled shyly.

"Ingrate!" Mumbled Jules.

"Jules said if I didn't improve my kissing a lot you won't be interested
in me. So she offered to teach me..." Celeste blushed as JulieAnn giggled
delightedly and nibbled on my ear.

"It took me till midnight before she'd even let me start! Not one of my
more satisfying students, I want you to know." Jules lamented, chewing on
my earlobe, "I slaved at it until it was daylight outside." and rubbed my
hand over her boob in anguish.

"What else did she offer to teach you?" I was almost afraid to ask.
Jules giggled, pushed her tongue in my ear, and jabbed my hand with her
suddenly hard nipple.

"She told me I was too small ddown there and I wouldn't be able to take
you..." I looked at my sweetheart as she grinned ghoulishly. "So tonight I
have to let her nnnuzz..."

"Jules, you're such a liar! Celeste, you don't have to listen to her. I
told her not to pressure you!"

"I don't mind, honest! But Jules said I have to say the whole name each
time." Celeste took a deep breath, "Tonight she's going to nuzzle my cunt."
She finished proudly.

I looked at Jules, not believing the evil I had created. She rubbed
herself over my hand and beamed.

"Aren't you PROUD of me?"

= = = =

There was a crowd waiting at school again, but this time, strangely
enough, it appeared to be for me. Coach Wilson and Principal Hardie gave
short speeches and shook my hand. I took the opportunity to ask for time
off for afternoon trainings the 3 weeks until the Nationals and they
readily agreed.

Then, with my three lovely conspirators standing behind me, my devoted
fans, now some 20 strong, dressed in the now de rigueur white minis lined
up and congratulated me with warm kisses. I was seeing stars and had to be
supported bodily when finally, as the newest member of my fan club, Celeste
came up. Then, in front of the entire school, she carefully wrapped
herself around me and leisurely finished the kiss she had started in the
car.

= = = =

"Upstairs!"

I followed her voice to find my beautiful vixen stretched out in bed.
Completely naked and exposed.

"Are you going to stand there and stare or are you going to
participate?"

Despite a big breakfast, I was famished by the time she let me out of
bed. My knees buckled and I could barely get my shoes on.

At the restaurant, Anton looked sympathetically at me and suggested the
16oz prime rib. Nicole told him to make it a 24ouncer, noting that,
indeed, I was practically skin and bones.

"Today, my lovely knight, we are getting you a new steed, the kind with
four wheels." She smiled endearingly.

"Are you doing it because you're worried I'd wreck your car?"

"I thought all men want a loud snarling muscle car to go with their
macho image?"

"No, I like mine smooth and sleek with the muscle underneath. Sort of
like someone I'm with right now..." She smiled and held my hand. "And I
happen to like your car a lot."

"Are you sure you want my old car?"

"Nicole, it reminds me of you. And we did so much in it..."

"Oh, you're such a wonderful, romantic man!" She clutched my hand and
dabbed her eyes.

"Wait, listen. Nicole, why don't you let ME buy you a car and you give
me the other one?" Her nails dug into my palm and she looked mistyeyed at
me. "Uh, as long as they'll take my credit card!" She nodded happily.

"He's buying me a car." She crinkled at Anton as she dragged me away
from my meal.

We went to the dealership and we took a Z3 out for a spin. She drove us
to a small back street and parked. Then she leaned over, pulled my cock
out and started sucking. For 3 seconds.

"Too tight." She complained as the gearshift and brake handle got in the
way. I hastily repaired myself as she roared us back to the BMW dealer.

The Corvette, the RX and the S2000 all flunked the test. By this time I
was dreading the sight of any car dealerships.

Finally she found a good fit with the Mercedes SL. Which was fortunate
because I was at the brink of a breakdown. My hands shook, I drooled and
mumbled and I had developed a nervous tic on my face.

Equally fortunately, they had a white model in stock and I hastily
scrawled my name on the invoice, marveling at the number of digits they can
squeeze onto such a tiny piece of paper.

She drove off merrily and I followed in the Bimmer, until, in her
garage, she dreamily rocked on me while we christened her new car with our
mingled juices.

= = = =

She was forced to alter my training since I had so callously upset the
routine, so I found myself sitting at the computer and, while it booted,
praying fervently that there was enough money left to pay for my recent
indulgences. The cost of her car alone could have paid off the deficit for
a number of third world countries.

The investments had averaged a return of 15% with Jules's hunches
responsible for much of that. I cashed some slow movers and transferred
the amount to our bank account.

I went downstairs and Nicole was directing the efforts of 2 boys from
the grocery store. Now that she was fully clothed they were a lot less
enthusiastic but everything got done in half the time. She grossly
overtipped them, obviously feeling guilty about depriving them of their
visual gratification.

"How'd you know what to order?"

"I took what we bought last time and multiplied it by 10." Which
explained the sacks of salt and the gallon drums of ketchup in the hallway.
My lovely darling could be dangerous with a credit card.

I called and arranged to have the Store pick up the extras the next time
they were up.

She was feeling very contrite but I assured her there was nothing to
worry about, as long as she humbled herself and showed the proper
appreciation for my understanding.

So humbly she led me to the gym and told me to get my sorry ass in gear.

= = = =

I pushed myself hard and Nicole stayed with me for a bit, then went and
lounged in the whirlpool.

We lazed around the swimming pool afterwards and I told her the
arrangements I've made with Jules.

"Why don't we have everyone over Thursday? Sort of a girls' day with
you as entertainment?"

"And could you get Celeste an implant too?" Her brows quirked.

"She's Jules' older sister and I think tonight she's going to have her
cunt nuzzled..."

"I think we had better start fattening you up!"

We cooked and ate out on the deck and she helped me make the salad. It
was a great meal but I could see how beat she was, so we cleaned up and I
took her up to bed.

"Sorry James, I'm really tired, it's been a busy week. Can we do it
another day?"

I held her and said, "Have I told you how much I love you and how happy
you've made me?"

"Yes, but tell me again..." as she kissed me tenderly.

So I rocked her and whispered my love until she fell asleep.

= = = =

"Hi, Amanda?"

"HI! I LOVE YOU!" She yelled into the phone.

"I take it nobody's home?"

"How'ja guess? They've gone out to get groceries. You wanna come over?
We have 30 minutes!"

"My god, you know how appealing that sounded? It was a nice thought
though."

"Maybe I could get another babysitting job... You know the girls called
me just now? They're so sweet, they were afraid I was lonely. But I'm
always lonely without you..."

"Don't be, I think about you all the time."

"Oh, you're sweet too. Can you do something nice for Sara? She misses
you and she's not very strong yet..."

"I know, she was kinda down today but she was trying to keep a cheery
face. I was thinking of looking her up.

"Like I said, be nice to her. I feel a lot for her, you know... We
have a lot in common including being hopelessly in love with you."

"And she lets you rub her boobs."

"That too... Anyways, how was your day?" I told her about the reception
and the speeches in the morning.

"That's nice of them, I'm so proud of you. You really did good. I love
the way you twist them up and push their faces into the ground." There was
obviously a side of my sweet lovable Chip I had not been exposed to. She
went on to describe a few particularly gruesome moves she'd like me to
incorporate.

"Sorry, that's only allowed in the WWF!" She sighed, devastated her hero
was not quite as bloodthirsty as she had hoped.

"Yeah, I thought I'd seen that somewhere before. Are you sure the
knuckle in the eye is illegal?" I hastened to inform her that EVERYTHING
she had suggested was illegal, if not outright criminal.

"Oh well, there goes my Saturday entertainment. Which, fortunately, has
been replaced by YOU! And you'd better come through big time, buddy boy!"

"I'll do my best..."

"Listen, I'm going to get a roast chicken and I'll bake a cake for
Saturday. Anything else you'd like?"

"Just a sweet little morsel that I'm dying to eat up!"

"Don't make any promises you can't keep!" She giggled. "And James, do
you think we can have some champagne too?"

= = = = =

"Hi, is Sara home?"

She came bounding down the stairs, still in her white mini.

"James!"

"I thought you might want to go for an ice cream, just for an hour or
so."

"Can we go somewhere else? I don't feel like eating..." She said as we
drove away.

"Whatever you want, Sara." I squeezed her knee, "Happy one week
anniversary!"

"Ohhh, you remembered!" She wrapped herself around my arm and leaned her
head on me.

"It's hard to forget making love with somebody as sweet and as lovely as
you. Actually, it's twice as hard..." She giggled.

She hugged herself tighter to me, "Oh, James. I get so afraid
sometimes. I thought after what we did, I'd be strong, but after a while, I
don't feel confident any more."

"You're doing fine. Remember what you said? You don't have to be
anybody but yourself!"

"Yeah, I know. But it's so much better knowing you're there beside me.
I DO love you a lot!"

"I love you and I love what I see in you... I look at you and I feel so
proud. Can you even remember the Sara of 2 weeks ago?"

"No... I HAVE changed haven't I? I guess I'm not so bad after all." At
the lights I leaned over and kissed her.

"No, not bad at all you're a very lovely person: inside and out."

"You're so nice to me, I can't help but love you... Oh, I talked to
Amanda today. She's amazing, you know. She so small and young but she's
so strong! I really admire her. And she knows so much about kissing and,
about, you know... cocksucking." My cock twitched at the way she said it.
She slid forward in her seat and pulled my hand up her leg as she started
stroking my hair.

"And she's told me a lot of things about it, but I haven't had a chance
to try them out yet..." She looked at me and licked her lips.

"If you are trying to seduce me, it's working." She laughed and slipped
down and kissed my thigh. My hand had somehow landed on her breast. She
hummed against my leg.

"James, can we go somewhere and make out?"

"Huh? And you're worried you don't feel confident?"

She laughed, a throaty gurgle, "It only works when you're close to me. I
feel I can do anything with you around!" She traced my cock inside my jeans
and tickled the tip lightly until I was squirming against her.

"Sara..."

"Shhhh, I'm learning to be a cock tease." She giggled again.

"Ugh, you're doing a great job. Can we go on to something else now?"

"We can't do it until we're stopped."

"I going as fast as I can. We'd both be toast if we get pulled over..."

She laid her head on me and looked up, "James, what should I do if Simon
wants to do things on Friday?"

"Besides kissing you goodnight? You think he would?"

"Probably not, but if he's nice to me, maybe I'd want to do something
with him... Besides kissing."

"That's your decision. You certainly have the choice. But I guess the
rule, if there is one, is to give as much as you take."

"You know I'm saying this because I'm with you, and you make me feel
really comfortable about myself. But I'm glad we talked about it."

She resumed her light tracing around my erection, "Are we THERE yet?"

= = = =

I started to kiss her and then she stopped me. "Get in the back.
Amanda says I have to make sure we're comfortable first." I certainly
couldn't argue with Amanda's logic there.

She started wriggling out of her dress and I stopped my undressing to
watch her. She blushed but continued, keeping her eyes on mine, her
breasts shivered and swayed, their tips swollen and when she took her
panties off, she was already glistening with her juices.

"Do you know how sexy it makes me feel to have you look at me like
this?" She whispered. "Take your clothes off..." And sat back to watch.
She was right, the way her eyes lit up slowly with lust was electrifying.

She put her hand on my shoulders and kissed me on the lips. It was
soft, sweet and all Sara. She took it slow and it wasn't until her little
tongue was in my mouth that she slipped over my straining cock and started
rocking gently on me. She was hot, wet and so incredibly tight. She
squeezed and excited my every nerve as she tenderly milked me with her
little cunt.

I caressed her breasts and ran my fingers over their smooth surfaces
until I could stimulate their hard dark nipples. She leaned her head on my
neck and gasped.

I started shaking and her shudders grew with our lust. I caressed her
smooth back, resisting the urge to force her down on me. She was only
halfway down when she started moaning and shaking. She bit my lip and with
a lurch I started coming as well. I grabbed her hips and moved her pelvis
on me as she shook and grunted into my mouth.

We stayed clasped in each others arms as we slowly came down, our
tongues sliding around our mouths. She moaned softly as she stroked my
hair and I held her breasts.

"Lie down," she said as she rotated our bodies until I could lean down
on the seat. She slipped off me and knelt on the floor. Slowly, she
licked about my softening cock, using her hand to pull the skin back and
darting her tongue in the folds and crevices.

Her eyes were closed and she hummed as she licked my balls and slowly
cleaned the liquid that had pooled on me.

I started getting hard as soon as she put me back in her mouth. She
pumped her mouth and sucked softly until I was fully erect. Then she
pulled my skin down with her hands and started bobbing her mouth over the
exposed top. I grunted my pleasure as she increased the speed and the
pressure, her hand slipping down to stroke the shaft. It was too much, I
humped my groin into her, groaning as I sprayed. She sucked and swallowed,
then pumped me for more.

She was red faced and breathing hard when I pulled her up and started
kissing her. "That was amazing! You're amazing!"

She smiled and snuggled on my chest, "I told you I could do anything
when I'm with you... I really wanted to make you feel good because I
love you so much." I hugged her to me. "I love holding you and hearing
your heart beat..."

"Sara, love, I have to take you home. It's been almost 2 hours."

"I know, James..."

On the way back, I told Sara about Nicole's party on Thursday. "Can you
help me with dinner?"

"OK let me get some ideas and we can go get the groceries. Ohh, that
would be nice, Wednesday I have a free period and we can spend time
together!" She snuggled on my arm.

As we turned down her street, she said "I don't have any 'Monday'
panties for you you already have it."

"Well, we'll just have to collect another day. No point in breaking the
set. I guess this date doesn't count then!" She giggled.

"But I still want you to have them, OK?" She started skinning them down,
"It's kinda wet..."

Chapter 14

"Don't come over this morning. Me and Celeste have died too much N
the C..." Jules groaned over the phone. I told her I'd look in later but
she had already hung up.

My next call was to a much better sounding Nicole. "Sorry about
yesterday. Come over in the afternoon after you've picked Jules up."

Having nothing better to do, I went to school.

= = = =

I called at noon but there was no answer at Jules's house, so I drove
over and let myself in.

They were both sleeping in Celeste's bed and JulieAnn was snoring
delicately on top of her sister. Her nightie had ridden up to her little
pussy so I leaned over and kissed it. It smelled nice so I decided to lick
it a bit.

"Hmmmm, Celeste, no more, I can't come any more... Celeste..." I licked
her clit and she started moaning and squirming. Celeste's arm went around
Jules and began tweaking a nipple. Jules' hand came down and pulled me
tight against her hole.

"Mmmmm, Celeste, can you see if it's James eating me? If it isn't, get
ready to scream." She started shivering and pulled my hair tighter against
her. "Ohh, on second thought, don't scream until I'm done, he's GOOD!"
Jules shook for a minute, humped a bit more against me then released me,
moaning shakily.

Celeste opened a bleary eye and said, "Yeah, it's... Oh my god! He can
see right up my, my..."

"Your cunt, dear?" Jules smirked, "After last night, he can probably see
your tonsils from there! But like you said, he's gonna take your cherry
sooner or later, so why sweat it?"

"That's NOT true, JulieAnn. I never said anything like that..."

"Oh no? What about, 'Oh, I wish James was here, I want him in me SOOOO
BAD!' or 'Can you put your finger in me and pretend you're James'?"

"Liar! I never said that! It was you!"

"Oh sorry, then you must have said, 'Oh Mark fuck me with your wimpy
dick!'"

Both of them burst out laughing, kicking their legs in their mirth. Now
I really could see up Celeste's cunt. It was blond and dainty and it
winked at me.

I kissed it and Celeste froze, her laughter gurgling in her throat.

"Oh jeez, oh lord..."

It didn't sound like a "No" so I mouthed it some more. Her hand found
my hair and yanked me up against her. She was sweet and tight and every
bit as demanding as her sister.

"Oh, ah, ah, oh god, oh god, it's so good..."

"What did I tell you? He's the cunt nuzzling King!" Celeste was
bouncing up and down, trying to jam more of her flesh in my mouth. Her
fingers were tearing chunks of hair off my scalp and she almost threw Jules
off the bed when she came.

Jules hugged Celeste and they kissed, moaning softly as I slowly cleaned
their little pussies.

"Oh lordy, I've never felt anything as intense as that!" Celeste moaned.

"Now you see why I have no choice but to stay with him, even though he's
a brute and uses me mercilessly."

"Mmmm, is he any good at other things?"

"Besides fucking? Hmmmm... no... I can't think of anything. He also
talks too much and has no staying power 'Specially when he's getting a
blow job, one suck and lookout!" The girls buried their heads and chortled,
bouncing on the bed and waving their lovely pink slits at me.

"Ahem, I was going to invite you ladies to lunch, but since you are
otherwise occupied and I've just had a nibble or two, I will bid you good
day!" They tackled me before I finished speaking.

Celeste sat on my chest as Jules cuddled on my arm, kissing my ear and
licking my neck.

Celeste was looking intensely at me as she gripped my chest, then she
said, "James, did you mean what you said the other night? Will you return
my love and never, never betray my trust?"

I took her hand, kissed her palm and held it against my face.

I looked into her soft eyes, "I promise."

= = = =

"Now that you two are betrothed, when are you gonna perform the
nuptials?" Jules asked eagerly as she leaned forward from the back seat.
Celeste was dreamily leaning on my shoulder and digging her nails in my
arm.

"We've decided to keep ourselves pure and not succumb to the pleasures
of the flesh until we have children." I explained.

"But... but, how can you have children if you don't screw?" Jules was
flabbergasted.

"Well, we can adopt one, then we can screw like bunnies." Celeste
reasoned.

"No he said 'children', that means you'll have to adopt two! And he
didn't say adopt either!"

"Jules, listen..."

= = = =

They were arguing the merits of artificial insemination when Anton
greeted us, "Monsieur, et Ma'amselles". He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"I traded Madame in for two that's half her age."

I told the girls this was Nicole's favorite restaurant and I would
paddle their delectable behinds if they misbehaved. Jules stuck her tongue
out at me but they settled down.

I ordered a Porterhouse and they both had small steaks. They were most
impressed when I ordered a bottle of wine and Anton did not bat an eyelash.
They were equally impressed by how much it cost.

"So Mom came rushing in 'cos Celeste was making such a racket." Jules
giggled as she described their previous evening. "So I told her I was
rubbing her tummy."

"And 5 minutes later, Jules was having a tummyache and I was rubbing
hers." Celeste grinned. Their eyes glowed from the memories and the wine.

"And all night, we were having the WORST kind of nightmares! Screaming
and everything!"

"And Mom thought it was something we ate. She was ready to call the
hospital when we finally fell asleep! I almost died, it felt so good!" She
said dreamily.

"And Celeste was calling your name all night."

Celeste blushed and smiled at me. "I have to warn you James, I haven't
had sex for sixteen years and I'm getting kinda desperate!"

"No kidding, she's one horny slut, my lips are so sore!"

"You're even worse!" Celeste looked at me, "She wanted me to stick my
fingers in her butt!"

"I just wanted you to touch it! You make it sound so gross!"

"It IS gross! So who's the slut?"

"Are both of you looking to get paddled?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Yeah, you and which army?"

"I'll have to tell Nicole then." I said.

They looked at me. "You wouldn't, would you?" Jules was very sweet all
of a sudden. She hugged Celeste and said, "See? We're not fighting
anymore, we're loving sisters," her voice dropped to a whisper, "And horny
sluts."

I hastily signaled for the check and Anton said, "On the tab,
monsieur?". The girl's eyes were wide as saucers as I nodded and led the
way out.

= = = =

"Oh, I know this place!" cried Jules.

"Good, then you can help Celeste."

Jules grabbed Celeste's arm and marched her up to the counter.

"My sister wants to get birth control!" She informed the entire room.

= = = =

"I'm in here!"

We followed her voice to find Nicole at her big desk surrounded by a
four feet high wall of books.

"I'm sorry, I had to catch up on my school work I'm weeks behind
already."

Turned out Nicole had enrolled in a distantlearning Law Degree Program
after quitting her teaching job and, because of our extracurricular
activities, had been falling behind in her goal: to finish a three year
degree in one year. She was also cramming for a Paralegal Certification
test in a week's time.

Nicole gave Celeste a warm hug.

"I understand you've been introduced to the cunt nuzzling experience?"

Celeste blushed and nodded enthusiastically, "Jules and I did it all
night and then James did me again..." She blushed some more and her eyes
glinted.

"In which case, I bid you welcome..." Nicole took Celeste's face and
softly kissed her, as their kiss deepened, Celeste'd sagged in Nicole's
embrace and her body started shaking. Amanda would have been proud of this
student.

"Wow," Jules and I murmured, unconsciously putting our arms around each
other, our lips searching and locking in a lusty kiss.

We were trying to remove each others clothing and kept getting tangled
up, so I gave up and started fingering her.

"Mmmph, mmmph" She grunted in time to my ministrations, her tongue
thrashing in my mouth wildly. She gripped my neck fiercely, no longer
interested in my clothes.

Jules shook and came in a long moan, holding my hand against her crotch
and softly rocking herself on it as she slowly came back down.

Nicole, with a softly panting Celeste draped warmly on her, was watching
with fire in her eyes. Celeste's hand was inside her thin silk gown, and I
could see her fingers moving slowly over Nicole's hard nipple.

Nicole reached out for Jules, "I believe Sir Knight will be otherwise
occupied in the gym, so I shall entertain the ladies in my bed..."

= = = =

I finally got in the showers after a really exhaustive session. I was
rinsing myself when Jules stepped in and hugged me.

"I think you'll be pleased to know that we've made a bit of profit
thank god you didn't screw up too much yesterday!" She kissed me and
started soaping me.

"Oh, lookit Mr MM is awake again!" Which was not at all surprising since
it was ALL she was soaping. She rinsed me off and carefully climbed on it.

She had her arms and legs around me and was happily bouncing and
humming.

"Mmmm, I miss you, my big sweetheart!" She buried her face in my neck
and started shaking. "I miss you LOTS! Ohhhhh, ohhhh... OHHHHHH!" She
thrashed on me as I brushed my finger over her little bum and moved it
around. She shook and moaned.

"Don't... don't touch me anymore! I'm gonna fall!" She whimpered and
shivered violently.

Finally she climbed off me, gasping and hanging on me for balance.

"Hey what about me?"

"What about you?"

"I haven't finished yet!"

"So? Oh, by the way, Celeste is waiting for you in the guestroom." She
grinned and batted her lashes. "I'm supposed to take you there..."

= = = =

She was lying in bed with the blankets up to her neck. I sat beside her
and softly caressed her cheeks.

Her eyes closed and she moaned as she put her hand on my thigh. I ran
my thumb along her lips and she kissed it, then her little tongue came out
and licked me. Her hand touched my cock under my towel and she held me as
I grew. Her other hand reached over and took my towel off and she watched
herself jack me slowly.

"James, get in bed with me, please."

She nestled up to me as I put my arm around her and she resumed her slow
caresses on my cock. She bent over me and took the tip into her mouth, her
hand still moving rhythmically.

I sighed contentedly and she looked up, smiled, and sank her hot mouth
back on me. I caressed her smooth back and trailed my hand to her crack.
Her soft pussy was already soaked and her mouth shook around my erection.
She pumped her head, taking almost half of me inside, grunting as I
fingered her hole. She started shaking and moaning.

"Don't move!" She gasped as she straddled me and fit me in her tight
vagina. She dropped down and I hit her hymen. She groaned and bit her lip
as she tried to force me inside. She whimpered in pain and started
shaking.

"Celeste..." I said, "Don't..."

"Just give me a sec, OK?" She was bathed in sweat and shivering. I laid
her body on mine as she slowly slid up and down on me. I tenderly kissed
her mouth and the tears that were running down her face.

"James, help me please."

"Celeste, you don't.."

"Yes, I do. Help me!"

I reached between our bodies and started rubbing her clit. Her grunts
became moans and whim

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Vanessa's Adventures � 12 Just another day at the Gym

Just another day at the Gym

Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a
34A�24�35, 95 pound, 5 foot 1 inch figure with blond(ish) hair. In
1998 I quit my extremely boring existence in a little town in North
Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in
the East Midlands of England. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows
on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed
with electrolysis. My small(ish), pert breasts have small aureoles and
large nipples. When they're hard Jon says they look like chapel hat
pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick
out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me.
My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips.
It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it
my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or
shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or
micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the
other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body.
Just after I stared my new job Jon instructed me to write a Journal. The
adventure that I'm about to describe is an extract from that Journal
which you can find at bigfoot/~vanessa.evans Most of
our adventures have been devised by Jon, but some were my idea and
some were ideas that Jon got from reading stories on the Internet.
Others just happened without any previous thought or planning. We are
always looking for new ideas and would appreciate any thought that
you have. You can e-mail me at vanessa.evansbigfoot

Just another day at the Gym

The first week

Jon took me to the gym and really made me work hard. I had to wear
my white lycra shorts and bikini top, AND my Ben Wa balls. It wasn't
long before my pussy was soaking the shorts and I was glad that I
didn't have any pubic hair to show through the then near transparent
lycra. When it came to the exercise cycle Jon set the saddle quite high
and I had to slide from side to side on it. Just as I was getting on a
youth of about 16 or 17 came into the gym and started working out
just in front of me. Within a minute of getting on the cycle I realised
that Ben would be working overtime and that it wouldn't be long before
I had an orgasm. I started sweating a lot more and I wasn't sure if it
was because of the exercise or from my attempts to not cum.
I couldn't help it; I let out a slow moan that attracted the attention of
the youth. He asked me if I was okay and then kept watching me after
I managed to say, "yes � thank you." The orgasm was coming and
there was nothing that I could do to stop it. I tried to pedal faster to try
to hide my shaking as I started to cum. The expression on my face
must have been amazing. The faster I pedalled the more I came. In the
end I just stopped pedalling and collapsed onto the handlebars gasping
for breath. The youth asked me if I was okay again. All I could manage
to say was, "Oh yes."
That was one of the deepest orgasms that I've ever had. Getting myself
off like that with a young man stood just in front of me, watching me,
really turned me on. I don't know if he knew what was going on, but
the bulge in his shorts told me that he'd enjoyed it. I decided that I'd
try to remember to wear Ben every time that I go to the gym. When I'd
calmed down I looked over to Jon who was also watching me and
smiling.

The second week

I wore my white lycra shorts, bikini top and Ben again. I hadn't
intended to put Ben in, but when I saw the same youth that was there
the previous week I changed my mind. Needless to say that he smiled
and said hello when we walked in, and he kept looking over towards me
all the time. I'm sure that he saw the outline of my rings and chain,
AND the wet spot on my shorts when I used the machine that stretches
your legs wide open. His face went all red and he looked away for quite
a while.
I'm sure that he was waiting for me to use the exercise cycle, I know I
was. Ben had been working before I got on the cycle, but as soon as I
started the cycling movement with my legs Ben really earned his keep.
I pedalled faster and faster as I tried to hide the building orgasm. I
don't really know why I pedalled faster because there were only 3
people in that room and all 3 knew that I was getting off in front of a
man that I didn't know. Jon was quietly getting on with his weight
lifting and the youth and me were staring at each other. He knew
exactly what I was doing.
I slowed down when I came, but didn't stop pedalling until I was
something like normal. I got off the cycle with sweat poring off me (and
a very contented look on my face). The youth was still staring at me
right up until I looked directly at him and said, "I needed that!" The
poor lad came back to earth again and started using the rowing
machine again.

Vanessa � Page 2
1998,1999 by Vanessa Evans Publications. All rights reserved, This document may not be copied in whole, or in part, without
permission from Vanessa Evans Publications.

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Stasis< by Cobalt Jade 6/97 A lonely beach on the California coast somewhere around Santa Barbara. Miles of unblemished sand white as salt, smooth as pudding, and soft as baby powder in a freshly removed tennis shoe. The ocean was a sheet of gently bobbing blue, the waves cracking crisply as they hit the shore. A twentyyearold VW Thing pulled up on the sand, sending a spray of fine particles flying. The young surfer jacknifed out of the car and stripped off his shirt. He wore white denim cutoffs which glowed like a matyred saint's loincloth against his golden tan. His hair was bleached to the color of lemons, intertwined with streaks of tawny gold. He rocked restlessly on his heels, judging the waves. Then he tugged his surfboard down and carried it to the beach. A jetty tongued out into the sea, lapped hungrily by the breaking waves. He hadn't seen it from the car. Standing by it, on the sand, was the perfect California girl for the California boy, her ass thrust out invitingly as she bent forward to scan the waves, one hand charmingly shielding her eyes. A mixedrace beauty, black and white and Hispanic, with cafe au lait skin and a fog of dark, curly hair. She wore a chromeyellow thongbacked bikini. For a second all he could see were those glistening buttocks mounded like two dollops of coffee sherbert in a bowl, cleft ohsogently by the little strip of spandex that parted them. The two delectable curves where ass met thigh looked like twin smiles greeting him side by side. He could almost imagine a cartoon balloon emerging from between them: CUM ON IN! Too soon she turned, and too late he realized his hardon was thrusting through his own spandex trunks and the denim that covered them. Her tits danced slightly like fruit bobbing on a tree, round yet firm. He was just able to see the outline of her nipples. Chocolate truffles, he thought in a daze. After that ass and those tits, he barely noted her face, but saw her lips part in a dentist'sdream smile. "Oh, hi there! I didn't hear you pull up." # The Watchers observed with the patience and detachment of their race. Their craft, concealed from human eyes, hummed a height of six stories above sea level. Their multiple stalked radiation spectrumsensing orbs (one couldn't exactly call them eyes) stretched towards the monitors to see the alien mating ritual they had so fortuitously stumbled upon. # "My boyfriend's out on the jet ski," she said, waving her hand at the horizon. Far off in the distance, he heard an annoying buzz that was soon hidden by the slap of the waves. She squinted at his board. "Hey, are you a surfer?" Her IQ was as Californian as her polyglot ancestry. Californians liked strange mixtures: rhinestones on sweatshirts, sushi on pizza. Michael Jackson. They talked. He had just graduated from Pepperdine and was taking some time off before starting a career. She was an aspiring model, dancer and actress. They both liked the musical Cats, kung pao pizza, and going to raves. "He's OK," she said offhandedly when he asked about the boyfriend on the jet ski. He then volunteered he was traveling alone. The sand grew a little hotter before he put his hands on her hard, trim waist. The smell of salt, suntan lotion, and pussy was God's perfect aphrodisiac, spiced with the rottingseaweed smell of the waves. She mmmed and darted her eyes toward the waves, but did not nothing to stop him. She parked her gum on a rock before they kissed, their tongues probing like the noses of tropical fish in the lagoons further down the coast. His cock bumped her thigh, and she obligingly pulled down his shorts, along with the skimpy little speedo. "Christ, you're HUGE," she giggled. Her manicured fingernails, which were lacquered the color of Hawaiian Punch, dabbled invitingly in his bush, scraping his shaft lightly. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, he won't be back for a while." "How about by those rocks?" # The Watchers peered even more closely, noting how the female jiggled like a brace of protoplasmfilled bladders as she ran twolegged up the beach. The male, surprisingly, was slower. Their sensors indicated he was in a state of duress that was somehow both painful and pleasurable. His reproductive organ was engorged with blood. The Watchers chitterrasped in surprise. The female showed similar reactions. A copious flow of creamy liquid was slowly emerging from the reproductive canal between her legs, and the two appendages this species used to feed their young also experienced a state of arousal, contracting and becoming more sensitive. The pair ran swiftly behind a rock where they were hidden from the beach, but not from the sun...or the ones who watched them. # He could hardly believe his luck. Never had he had the chance to fuck a girl like this. Firm, ripe, very, very willing, with the body of sex goddess and the mind of a...flea. He hated to admit it, but it was the sexiest combination he knew. She leaned into a smooth rock and he pressed up against her, pelvis to pelvis, his cock saying the first hellos to her snug little pussy. She wriggled. "Oh, let's take it slow. I like to kiss. Don't you want to kiss first?" Shit, the inevitable demand for foreplay. He obliged hershe tasted odd, a little like stale breadand massaged the trufflecolored, truffleshaped nipples under the top of her swimsuit. He tweaked them with his fingers, plucking chocolates from a box. "Ow!" she squealed. He gave them a twist, and they hardened like pebbles. Her hips thrust into his. She'd forgotten about kissing as he nuzzled her ear, making her squeal and laugh again. Smoothly, with long practice from years of similar beach sex, he slipped his fingers into her stretchy thong. To his delight, her pussy was smooth as silk. "I keep it shaved, baby," she said, and nipped his neck. "Do you like it?" "Hell, I like it," he said, and let his thumbs strum her labia like the same way guitar virtuoso Dick Dale had banged his Stratocaster nearly forty years before, creating the surfing music sound. DadaDAHda dadaDAHduh! She ground her hips into his hand as he diddled. This was one of his favorite parts of fucking: hearing some chick's first, helpless moans and knowing they would only get louder when his cock came into play. Her breath came in little pants. "Fuck me, baby. Right now, I can't stand it!" Her bikini was still in the way. Well, there was a way around that. He rooted in the pocket of his shorts, which he'd tossed beside him on the rock. He always carried a pair of sportsman's scissors with him when he surfed in case he got tangled in fishing lines. Now he would put them to a better use. He touched the cool steel to the back of her waist and inserted the blade under the snugly nestled thong. Snip, and the damp flag of fabric slithered down her legs, with a slight tug to free it from the warm grip of her cheeks. Another snip, somewhat higher, and her tits burst free, bobbing globes that he immediately set his teeth to. She was far too aroused to complain. #. The Watchers moved their craft closer. For many daynight cycles they had been observing these rituals, but this one was the most interesting. They could not say why, but there was a uniqueness about it. The two creatures were aesthetically attractive considering the limitations of their species, and they were young and healthy. The Watchers nodded to each other. They would do. # The head of his cock entered her pussy, then his shaft, and finally all of his meat was firmly embraced. He pumped in and out, feeling a savage joy as she thrust against him, her throat split with wild groans. She was so wet; her body hard as an athlete's, yet soft. Her tits were sweet melons made to suck and squeeze. Her thighs gripped him, tense as she galloped toward her climax. "Oh, I'm coming, oh, oh..." Her face was slack and stupid, her eyes halfclosed as she gasped. Not before me, he swore, and his own pressure came to overflowing, a sensation like a river undammed in his balls. Precome spirted playfully, then a rapid jet of thick come. It went on and on, like it was never going to end. Everything went goldenwhite in the sheer pleasure of orgasm. No boyfriend on jetski, no waiting career, no sand in the crack of his ass or the chick's bad breath. He last thought was, "Shit, why can't this last forever?" She came too, her spasms and gasps coaxing him on, emptying him. Then time stopped. # The Watchers looked over the pair, satisfied. The stasis field had frozen them at the height of their arousal. If one were standing by the rocks at that particular time and place, one would see a cone of shimmering golden light cocooning the pair which only deepened their perfect tans. Both their backs were arched, their mouths open. Moisture could be seen at the junction of their organs. The woman's legs were straight out, toes pointed, one breast a squashed apricot squeezed by the man's hand. If one looked up, one could see the ship descending. It would not be an impressive sight. The Watchers were a small race, so it was approximately the size and shape of a pizza delivery box. Slowly the golden cone moves, shifting its frozen captives away from the rock. They rise into the air, rotating slowly, at once ridiculous and monumental. Smooth brown buttocks orbit out of sight, giving way to flat muscular ones and the line of a surfer's perfect calves. Then the soles of the feet, creamy white compared to the flesh at the ankles, toes clenched in passion. Then the sight winks out as the ship cloaks itself and tows its specimans into orbit, and through the hypergate. # On a planet many parsecs, and uncountable light years, away, the two are displayed in a museum devoted to the flora and fauna of all the worlds the Watchers have visited. Still in stasis, they occupy cube #7891 between a motionless octobopple from Grunjemunje and a trio of dour birdapes from Procyon IV. It might please them to know they are the mosttalked about exhibit in the museum. They will be there for a long, long time. In stasis, no time passes; they exist in a continual, unending orgasm. Do they mind? Of course not. They're Californians. Who would? END Author's Note: I've got nothing against Californians...really. It's just that the opportunity to parody mindless beach sex AND alien kidnappings was too great to pass up. This work is ed 1997 by Cobalt Jade (Cobaltjadeaol). This work may be be freely distributed over electronic media provided no fee is charged for its use. Charging a fee for this story, or publishing without author credit or this notice violates my .

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Sex Pistol Sex story

2004-07-02T23:04:00.000-07:00

Keywords: M/F, MF/F, oral, anal, voy. b&d
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Set a Whore- Sam Hill IV

Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

Set a Whore (Formerly: A Long Day's Journey into Smut)-
(journey.txt)- There may be more sex in this installment than in the
others because of the reduced plot needed in this gumshoe tale. The
search is long, but the denouement rapid as Sam deviates from the P.I.
code just a bit. M/F, MF/F, oral, anal, voy. b&d

Set a Whore
(Formerly: A Long Day's Journey into Smut)
A Sam Hill Mystery
The picture was grainy and indistinct. It was obviously a well-
worn tape and the picture looked more like shadows across a snow cap.
The girl was sucking something up her nose from a mirror and then
she lay back with her legs spread in the air. The quality was so bad
Sam wasn't the least bit aroused by what he knew was an obscene show.
He grunted his displeasure.
"Just kicks you in the pit of the stomach, doesn't it?" said the
balding man in the gray suit.
Mr. Abernathy had other reasons to be disgusted by the display.
It was purported to be his little Lucy on that screen. As the camera
was set down and a man came into the picture, he stopped the tape.
"I found it in the mailbox with a Post-it note stuck to the
front," Abernathy explained, "It said: don't watch this with kids."
"Did you watch the whole thing or just enough to identify your
daughter?" Sam asked.
"What are you asking me?" Mr. Abernathy was preparing to be angry.
"Do you know what's on the tape or have you just seen this part,"
Sam said again, "It could be helpful determining where it came from."
"Oh," he said, losing all his righteous indignation, "I didn't go
much farther than this."
"Then I better keep the tape as well, so I can look at the whole
thing. If I make copies to try and enhance it, I will give them to you
when I return the original," Sam said trying to sound professional.
"I appreciate it. Do you think you have a chance of finding her?"
he asked.
"Since someone has been in contact, I think the chances are
better than they'd normally be," Sam said, "These little trinkets-
intentionally or not- could provide the link we need back to Lucy."
He wasn't lying exactly. Chances were down into the tens of
thousands to one now from the millions to one if Sam had to start cold.
And Sam felt Abernathy was praying for a long shot. He was willing to
be that glimmer of hope for $100 a day.
Fortunately, the tape wasn't all Sam had to go on. Abernathy had
brought pictures of Lucy from the time she was six up to the graduation
picture and the picture of her sitting behind the wheel of her
graduation present. They were almost a year old, but they were a lot
better than the image caught on the worn video tape.
When Abernathy had left, Sam leaned back and hit 'play'.
The camera had been set on a dresser or table and provided an
unimaginative view of the bed. The guy humped her awhile in the
missionary position and then got to his knees and tugged at her as she
got onto her knees in front of him. He fucked her doggy-style but Sam
couldn't tell much more than that. It began to bother him.
Why was this tape made? If he was going to record himself having
sex with a girl, he'd damn sure use a good tape. The quality was so bad
it wasn't arousing. What was the point of making a record that was so
questionable?
He let it run after the girl turned and took the man's orgasm in
her mouth. There was some twenty seconds of snow and then the picture
cleared to show a different woman laying open-legged on a bed. The
camera moved in, lowering and closing on the woman's crotch until Sam
could tell there was semen leaking from her snatch. It was another hand-
held shot and then that too dissolved into snow.
The gap was a bit longer this time, but when the picture cleared,
it really cleared. Sam wished he was looking for the attractive brunette
that stared up into the camera. There was cum on her face and leaking
over her lips and her tongue protruded from an open-mouthed grin as she
licked the cock that had presumably put the cum there.
She looked like she was having a good time as she flicked her
tongue under the head of the cock and then went down to suck on it some
more. The camera jiggled as she sucked, so Sam knew the operator was
having a good time with her after-play.
It was a bit of a production as the camera rolled on and the
woman was evidentially told to stop sucking. She looked into the camera
again and sensuously pushed the semen into her mouth with a finger
which she then licked clean with a seductive look.
"Previewing porn for a living now?" Staci's voice made Sam jump.
"No, it's business," Sam snapped, "Sit down here and when I get
to the end I'll rewind it and show you what I'm looking for."
"You could just ask me, Sam, I don't need pictures," she teased.
He let that pass. He had been getting into that brunette sucking
that just-cum cock. There were a few more jumps in the snow, but no
scenes that cleared enough for Sam to get a look at them. Then the tape
thumped to the end and Sam hit stop.
"The pictures are right there," Sam indicated his desk, "You won't
be able to tell from this tape."
He rewound the tape to the beginning and hit play. He hadn't seen
it from the beginning before. There was his brunette in a pale blue
blouse patterned after a man's shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She was
posing and her hands were slowly undoing the blouse buttons.
Then it snowed and the coke snorting and fucking he had watched
before began.
"How can you tell it's her? This picture is terrible," Staci
commented.
"Her father says he recognizes her," Sam said. "He wants me to
find her and rescue her."
"How do you know she wants to be rescued?" she asked.
"How do I know it's his daughter and not his favorite whore?" Sam
said, "He's paying me, I don't care."
"There's more?" Staci asked as the tape went past Lucy's scene.
"Tape has been used quite a few times, there's a few more ends,
but not of our girl," Sam said and clicked the player off before it got
to his favorite girl.
"And how are you going to- oh Jeeze!" Staci started and then
answered her own question, "Sam, you'll get a disease!"
"I'll be good- or I'll be careful," Sam said, "Unless you have a
better idea how to find a whore."
-----
Sam had toyed with the idea of having Staci infiltrate the world
of prostitutes, but he remembered her first, and he hoped last, entry
into the world of an operative with a shudder. Anyway, he had a tab and
it would be a waste not to knock off a couple whores on Mr. Abernathy.
Sam found out Lucy didn't run in the usual circles.
"Come on, Sam, what's so special about this one?" Darla Dare asked
him with a sour look, "She don't even look like she knows what to do."
"First off, it's a high school picture and second, I'm trying to
find her for her daddy," Sam said.
"Not in the market yourself, huh?" she asked hopefully.
It was early for a woman in her profession, just past five. Darla
was trying to get a quick start on the evening. She was a decent type,
friendly and full of wisecracks. She wandered around town, trying to
keep a step ahead of any man who would try to add her to his stable. It
made her a good chance to have run into Lucy.
"Can't afford a high-priced whore like you, Darla," Sam ribbed her,
"Besides, I might have a heart attack if I had good sex."
She didn't laugh. She didn't even have a sour look. It wasn't
like Darla. Sam felt tender all of a sudden.
"Okay, what's the sob story?" Sam asked.
Darla took a deep breath and sighed.
"I'm getting squeezed out of all the good spots," she shook her
head, "If I was paranoid, I'd think they were all out to trap poor
little me. Look around. Not prime whore territory is it?"
There was a bowling alley down the street and a couple of bars
that looked like they catered to the kind of patron that didn't tip and
paid for drinks in nickels.
"Fast Eddie?" Sam asked.
"Naw," Darla shook her head, "At least I ain't heard from him in
a while. It's everybody, they chase me off 'their' turf and it's gettin'
so I don't have nowhere to go."
Fast Eddie was a pimp that had chased Darla across the city trying
to sweet talk her into being one of his women. He hadn't got to the
beating her part because Darla wisely kept her distance from him.
It was clear times were rough for Darla. Sam reached in his pocket.
He wasn't a soft touch, but he felt sorry that her independent spirit
hadn't been better rewarded.
"Can I help you out?" he asked.
"Don't take charity," she said, "But I'll blow you for that $20."
Now it was Sam's turn to crack wise. He had a joke she'd like.
"I don't buy $20 blow jobs. If you don't charge me $50, you can
forget it," Sam said.
She knew what he was doing, but he was doing it nice. She stepped
back and let him walk into her crummy apartment. It was a bed, a wooden
chair and a lamp with a bathroom off to the side. Sam walked to the bed,
took off his pants and sat down.
"You ain't got no diseases, do you, Sam?" she asked.
"No favors," he scolded her, "This is business. Act that way every
time. You should know better."
"I know, I know, I was just going to give you a break 'cuz you're
a friend," she said.
"Thank you, but I need a receipt and I think my client will fork
over $50 not to have to look at a rubber full of cum," Sam laughed.
She was about to berate him for using her as a business expense,
but time was a wasting. She cut off the banter and got down on her knees.
She licked his balls as she jacked him hard and then rolled on a condom.
Sam recognized the bite of the Health Department condoms, which
were smaller than a Trojan you might buy at the druggist. Anything to
lower the overhead, Sam guessed.
He changed his mind about a dozen bobs of her head into the blow
job. It was still reminiscent of jerking off with gloves on, but the
tight latex suffocating his cock put some of the urgency back into the
tight sleeve of her mouth and tongue sliding up and down on his cock.
"Come on, asshole, overpaying don't entitle you to hold back on
me," she railed at him while she jacked his cock and caught her breath.
It was a unique brand of dirty talk but when she went back to work
sucking on the head of his cock while her hands still flew up and down
the shaft, Sam felt suddenly induced to cum. As he reached the point,
Darla went all the way down on him and sucked with firm, long strokes
to take him over the crest and make him fill the rubber with his cum.
"Let's impress this client of yours," Darla said as she held the
condom tight on his cock and slid it up a little.
She unrolled more and slid that up and unrolled more until she
had nine inches of sheath drooping off his cock. She squeegeed his
semen into the rubber with the circle of her fingers and then expertly
tied off the end.
"Let him think you need the whole thing," she said with a grin.
-----
Sam knew there was a house on the East side, but it was strictly
an appointment only kind of place. It was also on the other side of
Lucy, class wise. Darla may have been shooting a little too low, and
this house was probably too high. Of course, snorting a couple of lines
of coke with a client didn't make Lucy a drug addict, but it was a sign.
An escort service was more like it but it was like looking for a
whore in a haystack. He might as well drive around town hoping to see
her walking by.
In this case, Staci was just a distraction. She had the perfect
plan. She'd be the whore again and go looking for Lucy inside the
business. It was her one note and Sam wasn't listening. He wanted a
secretary, not a partner.
"I still have the dress, you could watch from the car," she
offered.
She did have one point. If Lucy didn't want to be found, which
seemed likely, her co-workers would be on her side and clam up when
Sam started asking questions. Another whore would be able to ask around
without arousing suspicion.
Then Sam had an idea. If you need a whore, why not use a whore?
There were a couple of details to work out, but Sam would like working
on the problem.
"You still the jealous type?" he asked Staci out of his musings.
Staci recognized the question from left field as another of Sam's
great plans. She knew better than to give him an answer until he had
explained himself.
"So what hurtful plan have you come up with?" she asked.
Sam explained his idea and the problems. Darla already was a whore
and a whore without much of a business. They wouldn't be interfering
with her huge profits if they had her snoop around. Problem one was
talking Darla into the idea. Problem two was Darla herself. She was a
nice broad for a whore, but she wasn't walking the streets by accident.
There was a little problem of looks and polish if she was going to move
up a level into one of the rackets.
"You want me to teach her to be a high-class whore?" Staci asked
in amazement, "And you assume I know all the tricks?"
"She knows how to be a whore," Sam answered, "You just fill in the
high-class. Make-up, dressing, perhaps a more genteel way of talking,
you show her how to be high-toned like you."
Staci knew he was blowing smoke up her hoo-hah, but he was
proposing a plan that was acceptable and probably a better idea than her
going undercover again. But her female radar was telling her there was
more to this than a logical plan to use this woman as a scout.
Darla was only slightly more impressed with the plan. From what
she knew of houses, it was a good middle road. She would still be giving
up some of her take, but she'd get to keep some too. And girls were
fired, they weren't beaten with coat hangars. She was instantly
suspicious of Staci, however.
"I don't want to be ungrateful, Sam, but what does she know about
being a lady?" Darla said in front of Staci.
Tact had never been his strong suit, so Sam struggled to find an
answer that would keep everyone from having their eyes scratched out
in a catfight, particularly himself.
"She's a professional in the front end of your new profession,"
Sam said and Darla dropped her eyes to Staci's huge tits in response.
"I mean she's a meeter and greeter, calm them down and get them in the
mood for business when they see me. You'll be doing the same, but you
take care of the business yourself. I know you can handle that part of
the job."
He'd been careful to throw them each a compliment and it seemed
to momentarily calm the waters. Then he grabbed his hat and cleared the
area. Nobody had ever taken him to the circus, so he had never had a
desire to be a ringmaster.
-----
Sam wandered aimlessly, wandering and thinking. He watched people
in hopes something they did would give him an idea. It gave him the
idea to step back into a doorway when he saw Detective Catalano. No
reason to court a ball-busting from the over-officious detective.
And for once, the station house joke had a purpose on the planet.
Seeing Catalano made Sam think of Baker. Thinking of Baker reminded him
that the Catalano's partner had worked vice for years before being
saddled with the mistake with a gold badge.
There were leads galore if he could pry them out of Baker without
having to tell him his life story. Little Lucy might even have a rap
sheet that might narrow Sam's search. Baker was friendly, but Sam didn't
think of him as a friend. Mostly it was a poker game between them with
Baker filling Sam in on things where a little unofficial snooping might
help him solve a case.
Sam wished he was a nicer guy and Baker was his buddy. Then he
went on walking and thinking.
-----
There was the sound of laughter coming from the office when he
went back. It was better than a deadly silence.
"...so he's getting all mushy and he thinks somehow I'm on the
same wavelength and am changing my way of looking at him too," he
interrupted Staci's rather loud declamation when he opened the doors.
"Ahhhh, this looks better," Sam said as he saw the two.
Staci had been gesturing with a glass in her hand and Darla was
sprawled rather comfortably in Staci's chair. They both were drunk.
"We decided that we got along better this way," Darla said with
an over-precise enunciation.
"Yeah, we're great buds now," Staci agreed.
Staci didn't get dancing on the tabletop naked drunk very often
and Sam could see she was several drinks ahead of Darla. Not that Darla
hadn't drunk herself into an unmoving and grinning inebriation. Two
drunk women... Sam bit the head off that thought. There would rarely be
a pair that would be more trouble when they remembered what he did.
He made a joke of the idea.
"Wow, two drunk babes, it's like my birthday and Christmas rolled
into one," he kidded, "Staci looks ready for the top to come off, how
about you, Darla?"
Darla found him immensely funny and bubbled into gurgles at his
comment. Staci turned and drew herself up. Her regal bearing was
compromised a bit by her swaying, but she had things to tell Sam.
"I suppose your levity masks a deep desire to know us both
carnally," she squinted as she spoke, "Darla knows all about you. We
were talking about you when you burst in here."
"You mean you're not in love with me?" Sam feigned shock, grabbing
the idea from the half-remembered bits of the conversation he had
interrupted.
"No, I mean you forgot all the times you boasted about the women
you laid while working the cases," she pointed with her drink, "But you
weren't horny for me yet, so I guess I was another person."
Even after she told him, Sam had difficulty remembering what she
was talking about. Obviously breaking in on him when he was dick-deep
in a client had affected her no matter how much she denied it. She was
still going on about it. But Sam thought back and had to admit that
there wasn't a time where Staci had said anything about being his only
one. That was his own 'good knight' code talking. But he had more
pressing things to deal with at the moment.
"Hey, if you guys want to do something kinky, we can work
something out," Darla said with a wave of her hand, "I'd like to see
them tits in the flesh myself."
"Really, dear?" Staci spun a little unsteadily to face Darla,
"Then I don't mind showing you."
It was a comedy, but a sexy one. Staci genteelly stumbled over to
the desk to set down her drink and then yanked her blouse up to her
chin in a decidedly un-ladylike display. It was enough to send Sam's
stirring cock in a head-raising rush against his zipper.
"See, it was time for my top to come off," Staci turned to taunt
Sam.
Sam was interested in how this was going to play and didn't rise
to the lure. Staci began undoing the buttons with one fierce move after
another in reply.
"I guess he wants me to dance naked on the desk," she said and
cracked up over her own joke.
"Whatever does it for you," Darla agreed jovially.
Staci got the blouse off, but the fastening of her bra kept
seeming to avoid her flailing fingers. Finally she pulled down the
straps and pushed the whole thing to her waist. Then her hands went to
the side zipper of her skirt.
"Wow, those are real, aren't they?" Darla marveled, but betrayed
her interest as professional by adding, "I could make a mint with a pair
like that."
Staci was busy showing Darla that she was ready for action in hose
and a garter belt. She stopped before the panties and made motions
as if she was attempting to get on the desk.
"I don't think a high-wire act is necessary," Sam cautioned, "If
you want to dance, I suggest you do it on the floor."
"How can I dance naked on the desk if I don't get on the desk?"
Staci asked.
"At least take off the heels," Sam reasoned.
It happened that she did neither. The exchange seem to have
satisfied whatever Staci wanted and she stayed on the floor swaying
seductively and running her hands over her body. Sam's cock began to
argue with him for control of his legs.
Staci became disinterested in her dance or comfortable in parading
around half-naked in front of Darla quickly. She stopped her little show
and seemed to be pondering her next move. After a minute, Sam realized
she was just being drunk.
"Well, ladies, I think there's a couple of us that really ought
to sleep it off," Sam cajoled.
"Don't you mean, sleep on it," Staci asked.
"Well, I don't think it's be wise for either of you to go anywhere
and if you're not going home, I live here," Sam said.
Staci was squinting again as she tried to sift through Sam's
words. She knew there was something important he was leaving out. Then
it came to her.
"All three of us, like in an orgy?" she asked.
"Yeah!" Darla put in.
"While I would dearly love to get some relief here, I don't know
that you two are in any condition to do anything more than sleep," Sam
said.
"Fuck you, Sam, and I mean fuck you!" Staci turned on him, "I
didn't get naked and horny to pass out on some cot."
"Yeah!" Darla added.
"What about our guest? Don't you think it would be rude to have
sex in front of her?" Sam asked, hoping to prick some modesty.
"She can watch, I don't think she'd care and you're used to having
women watch you fuck," she said.
"Yeah!" Darla said.
There it was. This was some kind of payback for her embarrent.
Sam might not in fact be used to having women watch him fuck, but he
was open to the idea. And with Darla it was like taking off your
clothes for a doctor. She was a professional.
Fortunately Sam was sober and able to handle the logistics. He
walked over to Staci and sat down on the desk beside where she stood.
He started taking off his shirt. Somewhat belatedly Staci realized that
she should help him. Sam had his shirt off before she started on his
belt. He kicked off his shoes and let her go to it.
He left before she got to his underwear.
"C'mon Miss Adventure," he said to Darla, "We'll have to show you
the way."
She broke into more giggles and Sam carried as much as led the
drunk whore into the other room. He plopped her into his own chair and
then tended to their bed for the night.
His cot was more than a cot, but it was no opulent bed fit for
three. That was going to be a problem. Sam didn't have time to think
about it at present. Staci was draped over him with her tits pressed to
his back as if she was humping him from the rear.
"Come on, doll, this ain't no R-rated movie," Sam growled at her,
"We need to see the cunt. Show your friend your pussy."
Sam sat on the bed and took off his socks as Staci wiggled her
hips and pulled down her panties. She was playing to Darla purposefully.
She stopped short of the deep knee bends and grinds, but she was
wiggling her ass and then turning and grinding her pelvis for the whore.
"Now comes the unveiling," Sam directed, "Take out my cock and
show it how much you want it."
How much it wanted Staci was evident by the way it popped up and
slapped into his belly as she pulled down his shorts. She paused with
his shorts at his knees and pushed his cock up against his belly with
her tongue as she licked up and down his cock. Sam looked at Darla and
Darla was watching Staci like she was picking up pointers.
Staci got his underwear off and Sam sat on the edge of the cot
and spread his knees. He knew Staci wouldn't be too quick to her feet in
her drunken state and he was giving her something to do as she knelt in
front of him.
He didn't let her suck on his cock too long before he helped her
up and rolled her onto the cot. He enjoyed her uninhibited dives down
on his cock, but the urge to fuck his cock down her throat was great.
Her depressed gag reflex might make that a great experience, but she
might puke all over him too. Sam didn't want to waste himself on
that chance. He had been horny since the air had become sex-charged on
his entrance and he was eager to put his cock to good use inside Staci.
"You don't care who's watching, do you?" Staci asked as she
looked up at him.
"I'm not ashamed of my passion for you," Sam said. "I think
you're turned on by the audience."
Staci giggled in answer, but Sam wasn't sure if it was his words
or the alcohol.
"We should have Darla tape us in case you ever turn up missing,"
Sam kidded.
Staci giggled again at the idea. Sam wasn't serious, but he was
going to take advantage of Staci's loosened inhibitions. When he moved
up her body, he took her feet with him. Her knees were squashing her
breasts flat when Sam's groin pulled level with Staci's.
Her let her go to support himself as he pressed against her
wetness. Staci immediately relieved the pressure on her chest but she
stopped with her legs straight up in the air around Sam. He wished they
were taping as he pushed inside the warmth of her cunt.
He knew her feet flopping in the air as he drove into her would
be hot to watch. He also knew she was loud and hard to please when she
was drunk and there would be a lot of flopping before they were through.
"Oh yeah! Go for it big boy!" she started right as Sam started.
Staci was putting everything she had into fucking Sam. Her hands
twined up his arms to hold onto him. Her legs were indeed flopping in
the air as she pulled her thighs up each time Sam plunged into her to
help him drive deeper into her.
Her urging descended into groans as Sam responded with an athletic
fuck of his own. The sound of his belly slapping on the broad flatness
she made with her legs in the air threatened to drown out her moans.
He drove into her as if he was in a competition. The louder he
smacked against the expanse of cunt and thigh, the harder he drove into
her. And as the effort took its toll, Sam strained more to keep up his
power and speed.
It might not have been the sexiest fuck they ever had, but it was
one of the most committed. They were after each other like animals in
a fury to force the surrender of orgasm from the other one first.
In that sense, Sam lost. Try as he might to wring a response from
Staci's alcohol-numbed senses, he couldn't do it before his deep, hard
fucking took him over the edge.
"Oh geeze," he groaned as he finally gave up the pretense of
fucking her while the cum ran down her ass. "You wore me out on that
one."
Staci let her legs flop back to the bed and grinned at him. Then
Darla reminded them of her watchful eyes by making Sam's chair creak.
"Do you guys go at each other like weasels every time you fuck?"
Darla asked.
"Only when she drinks," Sam said.
"Then, honey, I'd become a lush," Darla advised Staci.
"Oh, he's got a lot of tricks," Staci said, "I don't have to put
up with the same thing all the time. Like you said about sucking cock,
sucking cock, sucking cock all day long."
She wasn't even feeling the thrill from fucking in front of Darla.
Staci was in her own little world and even the most outrageous things
all seemed normal. There was no reason for the idea to pop into Sam's
head, but he knew what he was doing next.
First, he had one more woman to get into bed.
"Darla, you can't sleep there. Take off some clothes and get over
here," Sam told her.
"I gotta fuck for a place to stay?" Darla asked
"Sure," Sam guffawed, "I'm so ready. Get over here now and get
some of this."
He rolled on his side to shake his limp dick at Darla. Then he
got up to help her.
"Just get ready for bed," he told her, "You can't sleep in that
chair all night."
She seemed less drunk and more sleepy as Sam helped her slip out
of her dress. Given her profession, there wasn't a lot more there.
Sam stepped back, but Darla kept going until she was naked as the other
two.
"I sleep nude," she said to no one in particular. "That's the way
I am."
They were both sliding off into the land of unconsciousness when
Sam slipped out from under the pile of female flesh he had piled on
top of him on the cot. The cot was comfortable, if cozy, for two
people, but three was cramped and crowded. He liked both the women,
but he didn't want to be that close to them that long.
He wasn't drunk. There was really no reason that he couldn't go
to Staci's and sleep there.
-----
When he got back in the morning, a subdued Staci was alone in the
office. Darla wanted to go home and she was left breeding a hangover
that promised to make her miserable at least all morning.
"Did we have an orgy?" Staci asked from her fog.
"I don't know about you girls, but I only screwed you last night,"
Sam said and got a blush from Staci.
"I seem to remember people fucking like animals in front of
everybody," Staci said. "That was us, wasn't it?"
"Yup," Sam said. "But I'm used to how kinky you can be."
It was one of his confusing retorts for Staci. She understood him
fine, but was unable to decide if she should be flattered or pissed. He
was making fun of her, but she could tell it had been a good time for
him. And her head hurt too much to think about it.
Since he was well-rested, Sam decided to hit the streets on his
hopeless quest. Perhaps he could check out the escort services to see
if Lucy had been working for any of them.
It was morning. He wasn't a customer. The people he could raise
wanted to know why they should help him. That was easy. It was like
having an illegal for a maid. You threaten them with INS.
"If I don't find her, this guy is going to the cops. You want them
asking these questions?" was Sam's standard reply.
"We like cops," said one sleepy gal at the address listed for
Needa Date Escort Service. "We're cop friendly here."
"Then be friendly and tell me if you've seen this girl around,"
Sam showed her the picture.
"You said you're not a cop," she replied.
"I'm not asking for you to be that friendly," Sam said. "I'm just
looking for leads to this girl."
"I don't work here. I just answer the phone," she said.
"Then tell me what you say when people call up and ask for this
girl," Sam continued the sparring.
"I ask for a description and I send the closest match that's
available," she said.
"And what if I said I wanted a short brunette, a little plump and
likes to wear a paisley robe over sexy underwear," Sam asked, describing
her.
"I'd tell you I don't work here, I just answer the phone," she
said without blinking.
"What if I said I just wanted to talk and that I'd go get coffee
and a Danish, no, a bagel and cream cheese from the shop on the corner,"
Sam was in hunting mode now and she intrigued him as prey.
He had been encouraged when she let her robe slip open a little
after he had come on to her. Now her eyes lit up at the mention of
coffee and food.
"Make it one of their ham and eggs on a bagel and I'll give you a
few minutes," she agreed.
If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, Sam found the
same route helpful to get to a woman's cunt. The girl wasn't the girl of
his dreams, but she was the best bet he'd encountered to get some inside
information on the structure of prostitution in the city. And she was
cute in a chubby, baby-fat kind of way.
She knew her delis. The bagel she wanted looked like breakfast in
itself. Sam got a bagel with cream cheese to be social and took it back
to Needa Date. She was still in her robe and looking hungry.
"It's almost like breakfast in bed," she giggled as she greedily
took the food and coffee.
Sam didn't believe in accidents, less so where women were involved,
so he took the 'accidental' gaping of her robe over the purple bra as a
sign. It was saying she could be as sexy as any of the girls she sent on
'dates'.
"Do you, or any of the other services keep books or lists or
pictures of the girls, or is it pot luck?" he asked to keep it light
while they ate.
"We've got four girls," she confided through a mouthful of bagel,
"Two blacks, a blonde and a brunette. The blonde puts on a red wig if
that's what the client wants. I guess Lonly Hearts might keep a book
because they've got at least a dozen girls."
"And you never fill in?" Sam started in on her as she got to the
last two bites of her sandwich.
She laughed with a deep, throaty laugh and said, "You know, you
are pretty smooth. If I was the babe in the woods you seem to think I
am, I might be drawn in by a little flattery."
"And if I believed in accidents, I'd think that robe has been
parting on its own," Sam countered. "Lord knows it's got me interested.
How can you fault me for wanting what I want?"
"Well, it has been a long time since anyone looked at me, just
me," she said and Sam could see she was thinking.
"I guess after a while it rubs off on you even if you just answer
the phone." she went on.
"Then let's pretend we didn't get honest with each other and you
just keep on letting it rub off," Sam told her, "You've certainly got me
more than just interested already."
She didn't acknowledge his proposal, but went into her act all the
same.
"Mmmmmmm, That was good," she said, leaning back and rubbing her
tummy.
The action loosened the tie of her robe most subtlety so when she
sat up again her cleavage and a strip down her belly was open for Sam's
inspection. Plump was a bit kind. She had no waist. It was a straight
line down her torso with a bit of a spread when it got to her hips.
But the purple-encased breasts were likewise plump and she had
succeeded in making Sam need to know what was under the cover.
"I know this is way out of line, but I've got a woody that's
starting to hurt from looking at you," Sam said, "What can I say to get
you to model that sexy underwear for me?"
"Show me this woody," she challenged him, "If you're really hard,
then I'll take off the robe."
Her self-image must have suffered some blows along the way. That
made her great for a horny dog like Sam. He opened his pants as he stood
and let them fall away from the bulge pressing out his underwear.
"You want to see it in the flesh- I'd like to see you in the
flesh," Sam offered a version of show me yours and I'll show you mine.
First she made good on her promise. She stood and let the robe
fall from her shoulders. She didn't look much thinner standing, but she
did appear firmer- except for her breasts. They moved fluidly long after
the rest of her had stopped.
She looked meaningfully at his crotch and then slowly reached up
to brush her bra straps off her shoulders. Sam turned down the band of
his briefs in reply. She reached behind herself in a move that made
her breasts a pair of proffered pillows and opened the strap. She paused
holding the bra closed and waited until Sam had his finger in the band
of his underwear. Then they both uncovered at the same time.
Tiny, taut little nipples floated on the milky swellings of her
breasts. They cried out to be sucked on. Sam was so attracted than he
didn't care if she took off the panties or not.
"We're going to do something, right?" he asked, almost in pain, "I
mean I'm going to get some relief, aren't I?"
He was sure she had made up her mind already. Her hesitation was
just for effect and it had the effect of making him want her more. He
wanted those tits and eventually he wanted to cum in, on or around her
in huge gouts of jet-propelled jizz.
"We're not being honest now," she scolded him, "You're going to
have to wait in blue-ball anticipation until you find out."
Then she was going to find out what kind of monster she had
unleashed. Sam lunged across the coffee table separating them And pulled
her breasts up to his mouth. Her nipple was like a jujube in his mouth
as he sucked it. Before he could switch to the other nipple, she had
melted under his attack.
"Okay, big boy, you get what you want," she gasped.
Sam left his socks on and stripped off the rest as he came around
the table. She slumped back onto the couch and waited for him.
"This is the little beauty that got neglected," Sam said as he
held her tits again and dropped his mouth on her other nipple.
Her tits were as soft as if they were filled with marshmallow
creme. It was a baby-soft feel that made Sam want this woman with an
urge that ran up and down his spine. For all the brassy broads he had
fucked, this melding of street-wise and never-been-fucked had him horny
beyond all reason.
He would hold on to that memory of need far longer than he would
remember the fuck. She was very warm and very eager and very pleasant to
be inside of. She was even tight in a plump sense, but it was a fuck
like most fucks. It was the desire he had that made it special.
She had a better reason to remember. She gave out a groan that
sounded like relief when he first entered her. When he thrust strongly
into her with long, slow strokes, she almost whimpered as he filled her.
She began throwing her legs to help move him in and out and panting with
the fire that was building in her groin.
Sam gave her the straight hard fuck because she was asking for it
so hard. She built and exploded into an orgasm and Sam rode her through
it. Then he switched to grinding corkscrew motions to give her a thrill
before he went back to varied strokes, quick and then slow to let her
build to another climax.
He got his huge gouts of jet-propelled jizm when she jerked
beneath him and shivered into a second more intense orgasm. Then the
need was hers as she clamped him to her body and came under him.
-----
Staci was in only a slightly better state when Sam made it back
to the office. Sam didn't bother her with details because she was hung
over and because motive wasn't a point in this case. He didn't care why
Lisa was on the run. He was just trying to find her.
He was curious what had led to the drinking bout with Darla the
night before. Had they got anything done before they hit the bottle?
"How far is our little whore from passing for cultured?" he asked
in what he hoped was a disinterested tone.
"How long does she have to pass?" Staci asked, "I can give you ten
minutes, I suppose."
"I'm not having you train her to take over your job," Sam reacted
to her defensive tone, "I just want her to get a job in a whorehouse."
"And it would go better if she wasn't trying to turn me into a
streetwalker right back," Staci said. "She argues with me all the time."
Obviously, some of the arguments found their mark because Staci
was too agitated to be explained by an unruly student. The sparks had
been flying while Sam was thankfully absent.
Sam knew he could translate Darla better than Staci. He decided to
continue the interrogation with her.
"You know I could make a lot more than $100 if I worked tonight,"
Darla was already scheming.
"You know you'd have to suck a lot more cock, too," Sam sparred.
Sam didn't know what her best night could be, but he knew $100
was more than she needed to get by. And there were all the improvements
to her job description she was getting free.
"If you stick in a house, I imagine you could make $200 in an easy
night and look forward to making it at least six times a week," Sam
reminded her of the real benefit to herself.
When she saw she wasn't getting any more from Sam, she let the
matter drop. It was just an attempt to see if she could talk more out
of him. Now she was ready to talk Staci with Sam.
"She says you give her a hard time," Sam reported.
"She wants me to act like I've got a steel rod up my ass," Darla
complained.
"Because men with steel rods up their asses pay better for sex,"
Sam said, "If they didn't think it was dirty, they wouldn't pay so much
to keep the whole nasty thing quiet. How much do your present clients
care about someone knowing they fuck whores? About $20 worth, I'm
guessing."
"I get what the traffic will bear," she said.
"I know you do. And that, I imagine, very fun to use skill of
yours will be one of the regrettable losses when you move up to
working in a house. They'll get you a good price and you won't have to
work so hard," Sam said.
Darla didn't believe in pie in the sky, either. She'd see it when
she saw it. But she had pretty well exhausted the subject.
"You must have had some big to-do about something," Sam said,
"Staci gets weird when we talk about you."
Darla laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh, but it came out of her in
a witch's cackle. She grinned as she explained.
"That would be from this morning," she said.
"Okay, what happened this morning?" Sam asked when it was clear
Darla wasn't going on without prompting.
"Oh my! She didn't tell you?" Darla was making a joke at Staci's
expense now, Sam could tell.
"Your little secretary woke up with a death-grip on my tits and it
bothered her a little," Darla said, bit Sam knew there was more.
"And..." he prompted.
"And she pretended to be still asleep when I hugged her face into
them," Darla said and then tired of her game, "She was digging it, but
then she got freaked because she was enjoying it. I could have made her
a basket case if I had come on to her. She might have even let me get
her off, but then I bet she would have literally exploded."
Ho, ho, ho. Staci had a lot to think about with an alcohol-fuzzed
brain. That fit her mood all day. Sam knew he could tease her or be
nice. He liked both alternatives.
If he was nice, they would bond and she would owe him. Teasing
would plant the seed for many games and give him a prod to use during
their bondage scenes. He decided to be nice now and tease her later.
----
It seemed Sam's reminders gave Darla a new attitude. Or it could
be that Staci was up to dress for success. The two women were chirping
happily when Sam walked in Staci's apartment.
They were going through wardrobes and had clothes laid out all
over. Mix and match, schoolgirl look, power suit, seductress; they were
playing with the transformations that clothes could make for Darla.
Sam's contentment with them playing nice became edged in lust as
schoolgirl Darla hunted topless for the right blouse to go with her
plaid skirt and knee socks. It triggered another fantasy for Sam.
"You girls hit on hillbilly sheik?" Sam asked.
"I hear a fetish coming on," Staci said and then asked, "What's
that, Sam?"
He pointed to Darla and said, "Just like that with blue jeans and
no socks."
"That's a little brassy, don't you think?" Staci said.
"She could get away with topless in a house and, like you said, it
plays to a fetish. I think there's room for games like that if you want
to stand out in a room full of whores," Sam ventured.
"He's just getting horny, look at that grin," Darla changed the
subject and turned it on Sam.
"You should be happy with that," Sam said, "It means this wardrobe
thing is working."
"If it wasn't you, Sam, I'd feel better about it," Staci put in,
"But you get horny when a breeze blows."
The ribbing masked the change in the air. From playing with the
idea of seduction, they were turning on a subject for seduction and the
mood had changed from dress-up to sex.
Darla found the white blouse she was looking for and covered up.
It didn't do much to blunt the sexuality of her outfit. She was innocent
schoolgirl, but innocent schoolgirl very evidently braless. It gave her
an air of daring, like she was a virgin hungry to lose that status.
"That outfit takes years off you," Staci said, returning for a
moment to fashion coordinator. "I think that's a good way to dress to
apply for this position."
Darla was watching Sam out of the corner of her eye and had other
matters occupying her mind. Sam could almost hear the gears clicking.
"I thank you for the help," Darla said, "You opened my eyes to
many possibilities. Now I need to find a place that will take me."
Sam knew that was his job and that he had no idea how to get her
the opportunity. He was a small fish. He needed a big fish to make the
introduction. Darla broke that train of thought as she spoke again.
"And I think I'd better go," Darla said, "Sam looks like he's
going to jump one of us any minute and I'll give you some privacy unless
you need me to be here and watch."
"Sam won't get any until we say he gets it," Staci said, showing
off for Darla, "You're welcome to stay as long as you like."
"You mean it isn't your turn to watch her fuck me?" Sam asked
Staci, trying to pull the balance back in his favor.
"I've seen you fuck all the women I want," Staci said icily.
Darla didn't understand the game being played. She only sensed the
charge in the air and wanted to be elsewhere. She gathered the clothes
she had worn and left wearing the schoolgirl clothes.
The temperature in the room seemed to shoot up ten degrees as
Darla shut the door. Sam got up and began looking at the costumes laid
out everywhere. With every step toward Staci, her resolve crumbled a
little more.
She was still putting on the brave front when Sam got to her, but
her breath was too quick and shallow for her pretense. Her eyes widened
as Sam pulled his belt from the loops. He pulled her hands behind her
and encircled them with his belt looped through the buckle.
"Sam gets it when Sam wants it," he said, holding the belt tight
around her wrists with one hand and smacking the tail down on her rump
with the other.
"Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean anything by it," she begged,
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Don't hurt me."
The lie in her protest was evident from the strong smell of sex
that surrounded her. Sam knew the crotch of her panties was soaked and
was trying to choreograph a transition to a fuckable bondage pose that
would keep her in that state of excitement.
His eyes fell on the table. It was covered with a proper-looking
skirt, blouse and blazer that must have been the schoolteacher costume
for Darla. He pulled a whimpering Staci backwards around the table and
then lifted her onto it.
Sam passed the belt between her arms to bind the loop into a
figure eight and then fed it through a slot at the edge of the table. He
lifted the table leaf to bind the belt in place and Staci was trapped in
an awkward sitting position.
"Sam gets his however he wants it too," Sam told her as he reached
under her skirt to pull off her dripping panties.
He pulled her ass to the edge and left her thighs cradled in the
crook of his arms. He couldn't put his dick in her until he dropped
his pants, but he jabbed the cloth-covered rod against her anyway.
"Sam! You're hurting me! Please, I'm sorry!" she begged.
He let one leg drop and pulled down his zipper. He fished out his
erection and guided it into her saturated snatch. Then he picked up the
leg again and pulled her ass off the table and onto his cock.
Staci let out a breath like she was punched in the stomach when
she settled fully on Sam. He used her legs to help him as he worked
his cock into her slowly and thoroughly. She was appreciative in her
submissive kind of way.
"Oh please don't, not like this," she whimpered, "I feel like such
a slut. Not here. Not like this."
"Yeah, this is like fucking a whore against a wall, isn't it," Sam
added and held her up with his pelvis while one hand popped open the
buttons of her dress.
"Now you look more like the nympho you are," he announced as he
pulled her bra cups down to expose her breasts.
She begged and pleaded about the way he was degrading her for a
while as he went back to the strong and slow exploration of her recesses,
but then she broke. Sam's heaves against her were too far separated and
she was only being teased by the time he spent stimulating her as he
ground against her with his cock fully sheathed inside her. She had
waited too long and the begging changed.
"Dammit it, Sam, if you're going to make me a slut, hurry up!� she
snapped,
"Is that little Missy Prissy begging for more I hear?" Sam teased
her.
It was the change of one game for another. Sam was turning her
fantasy debasement with its make-believe virgin into the bound reality.
She was at his mercy and would have to play his game to get relief. It
was closer to her heart and a harder game, just right for the change
from slow build up to no holds barred fucking.
"Yes, you bastard!" she glowered at Sam, "Fuck me like you mean it.
Fuck me so I know there's a man inside me!"
Sam was ready. He heaved into her and lifted her legs with a
thrust that pushed her ass back onto the edge of the table. Now he could
pull back without her cunt following and give them both the benefit of
long, deep strokes.
Staci wanted it bad enough to challenge him and Sam responded to
her need. She knew there was something inside her and Sam fucked her so
it would feel like that something was trying to crawl all the way
through her through her center.
Staci was jerking on his belt as she fought to drive back at him.
Her upper half was trapped and she could only try and use her legs as
levers on his arms to move herself to his thrusts. She was heaving as
hard as Sam in her drive to get more of his cock inside her.
Oh yes, please give it to me!" Staci was still begging, only this
time it was for release, "Fuck me good and get me off!"
The game was over for now. Sam scarcely noticed the wave motion of
her breasts as they swelled up and dropped back with their collisions.
Staci's only reminder was the tug on her wrists as she tried to meet
him in rhythm. It was only cock in cunt and the need to fuck and be
fucked that was driving them.
"Oh please, Sam! Please, Sam! Please, Sam!" Staci was truly
begging as she felt him swell and start to deliver his load into her
hot depths.
But Sam wasn't half done with her yet. The violence with which
they had reached his climax was still hot in his blood and he kept
plunging into her as the seed shot out of his cock. He needed to drive
it in and plant it deep and keep the geyser coming. It was like he
was drenched in electric fuzz when one jerk set off Staci's spasms
and they both writhed and flopped in their sloppy continued attempts
to merge while they tumbled down into their orgasms.
The crash at the bottom was like waking up in heaven. Fucking
Staci always left Sam with a grin, but this time it was a grin and a
chuckle as they were still moving toward each other even as the
excitement drained away.
"Now can you let me up?" Staci asked, "Now that you've had your
way with me."
"You watch your mouth, young lady," Sam scolded her, "If this
wasn't your place, I might toss you out for talking back to me like
that."
Staci laughed at his mock seriousness. She wanted her arms free to
hug him. They both were feeling the winds of change in the way they
viewed each other and Staci was getting mushy about the trouble Sam
went to in catering to her little kinks.
Or perhaps she was investing him with that kind of understanding
in advance. An understanding man wouldn't make her feel worse when her
homosexual encounter came to light. She knew it would, but only recently
had she decided that it was for the better.
-----
"I think everyone's perception is that it's more normal for women
to be attracted to each other," Sam was telling Staci after her
confession.
He didn't let on that Darla had already told him. And he wasn't
sure if he wanted to tell her the idea that her confession had made pop
into his head. It was too cold. She might not mind, but the way he
thought of it was way too manipulative for Sam to feel comfortable.
"But it wasn't just that," Staci said, "Actually doing something
was like giving in to the feelings I had been having all evening. I bet
I was much more turned on by her watching me get fucked than you were."
"Well, I admit that I like watching more than being watched- I
better in this business," Sam said, "And I know I'd rather watch someone
fuck you than have someone watch me fuck another woman."
"Sam! I am not saying that I want to have sex with Darla!" Staci
jumped, "And I wouldn't want you to watch."
"I wasn't talking about anything specific," Sam lied, and then
veered back to the truth, "Swear to God, I was picturing you with a man."
That caught the bosomy woman by surprise. She leaned back against
the pillows and thought about that herself.
"I bet it would get you over the guilt of fucking other women,"
she said after a while.
Sam winced. He didn't really feel guilty about that. But that was
hard to sell, even to himself, when he remembered the cold feeling he
got when she had walked in that one day. No, the only thing that would
put his guilt to rest was to have Staci watch him fuck another woman at
her own request.
Her idea, however, was playing into his hands. Sure it was being
manipulative, but only he, you and the author knew that. And he knew
Staci would figure it out real quick.
"So it's okay for me to call Gus in?" Sam teased, and called out,
"Hey, Gus, she says she'll do it!"
Staci waited for a moment to make sure it was a joke and then hit
Sam with her pillow.
"You rat! You would do something like that, wouldn't you," she
said as she beat him.
"You think that I might, given that pause," he said. "Was that
hope that the door would open?"
"You want me to do it, don't you," Staci was suddenly serious,
"You wouldn't be playing around like this if you weren't trying to find
out if you can convince me."
Sam owed her the same kind of seriousness. She wouldn't be too mad
if he leveled with her. But at least she was in the mood to listen
seriously now.
"I had an idea and it's terrible and wrong and really sick," Sam
apologized in advance. "It just would work. There's no other excuse
for it."
"You don't want me to hook, or we wouldn't be putting the time
into Darla," Staci assessed, "So spill it. What were you thinking?"
His guile deserted him. Sam couldn't think of any way to approach
it. He just blurted it out.
"Baker would use the FBI itself to find this girl for a chance to
get in your pants," he said quickly, "I could get all sorts of vice
files and at least some good leads."
"Eeeuuuwwww! I know why you were so shy," Staci wrinkled her face,
"Pimping your secretary for information isn't nice at all."
"I know. I said it was sick," Sam defended himself, "It was just
the answer to a question I asked myself a couple of days ago: What could
I give Baker to get some info out of him."
"I've seen him eye me, or rather, my chest," Staci agreed, "That
would get anything you want from him for sure."
"He calls you a 'big-titted cooze' to boot, Sam said.
"I didn't need to know that, Sam," she scolded, "I'm still trying
on the idea of fucking a stranger."
"I'm not serious. You're right, it's too stupid. I don't expect
you to whore to make my job easy," Sam said.
"You can look at it a lot of ways," she said. "Baker can't be
thinking clearly if he trades information for sex either. And if you
really would be turned on by watching me with another man, what
difference does it make if it happens to do us some good at the same
time?"
For someone so attuned to the smell of blackmail, it amazed Sam
that he hadn't seen the reverse twist on getting Baker in bed with
Staci. He guessed he was blinded by the Brownie points he would get in
the Boy's Club for talking Staci into it.
"It still stinks for me to bring it up," Sam tried to back off.
"You're making that very clear, Sam," she said. "But I'm telling
you it isn't about Baker any more. I'm thinking it would be interesting
to complete the circle this way."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"Clear up the loose ends," she said, "Just business for you, just
business for me, you go get women all day long, I have a man come to me,
I watch you, you watch me, I think it would be good for you. Get rid of
that lingering guilt."
Sam couldn't deny that it was still an event in his mind, but he
was suspicious of her motives. Maybe it was more revenge than penance.
But either way it was looking like it could happen. That was no little
thing. He couldn't resist one more shot.
"You didn't do that when you played the hooker?" he challenged.
"That was LaVon LaTour, not me," Staci huffed, "You know that as
well as anyone."
For all Sam knew, Baker had a big dick. If she said she'd do it,
why should he hesitate? It was his idea in the first place.
-----
"What are you saying, Sam?" Baker asked.
"And you call yourself a detective," Sam sneered, "She caught me
with this broad and she is bound and determined to pay me back. I figure
if she's got to fuck one of my pals, it might as well be you."
Baker was just the guy to fall for that one. He'd believe that Sam
talked about his powerful friend Detective Baker all the time. He'd let
himself believe that Sam wanted to do him a favor. And Staci's tits
would make him believe that she wanted him.
All they needed now was the unnecessary hook to make Staci fall for
their plan.
"Now what we have to do is figure out how to set it up," Sam told
Baker, "What could you be looking for that would take you to my place?"
"I dropped by for a drink," Baker offered.
"And that last happened when? She's mad, not stupid. Try to be
real, will ya? I'm trying to get you laid here," Sam rejected.
He enjoyed watching Baker struggle to come up with a plausible
excuse. When Baker suggested bringing a lead, a switch flipped in Sam's
head.
"Nah," he started and reached in his pocket, "She writes up my
cases and unless you can tell me something about this girl, she wouldn't
buy it."
His idea had been for Baker to come to take him downtown, and he
was waiting for the detective to stumble on that idea. But this way
gave him a chance to hit Baker up for the information without his ever
knowing what happened.
"Lemme look," Baker said.
He looked at the picture and then at Sam, "Runaway hooking on the
streets?"
"And daddy wants her back," Sam finished for him.
"Shit, that's easy," Baker said, "I'll tell her the girl got
picked up in the Lonly Hearts bust."
"She did?" Sam was amazed.
"How do I know? I'm not looking for the girl," Baker snapped, "But
that's what I tell her."
"And when I don't turn up with her?" Sam prompted.
"She made bail and skipped," Baker said, "With night court a girl
can get busted and still get out early enough to earn her fine that
night. But it would be a lead."
It was at least as valuable as having Baker say he was looking to
take Sam downtown. And it did make it easier to put pressure on him.
Sam could tell Baker that Staci was on his neck about finding the girl.
After she fucked him, Baker would be pretty well disposed to making her
happy, Sam imagined.
The comical aspect was not lost on Sam. It was such a transparent
and obvious sham that he could hardly restrain himself as he sent Baker
in to deliver his scoop to Staci. Staci was never there in the evening.
And she wasn't Sam's 24-hour secretary.
She was expecting the going downtown story, so Sam was interested
to see how she handled the change.
"Hi, doll, the boss around?" Baker stumbled into his presentation.
"I sure am, sugar, what do you want to see me for?" Staci shot
back.
"No, I mean Sam. I think I've got something for him," Baker said.
"Hard and round and about this long?" she said, holding her
fingers about four inches apart.
"No, I'm trying to help him," Baker was flustered.
"Then no Life Savers for Sam?" she asked innocently.
Sam was proud of Baker for getting the joke.
"We're not in the candy-trading business," he said, "I hear he's
looking for a runaway and I think we picked her up yesterday when we
busted an escort service."
"Oh, I see," Staci said, feigning seriousness, "Then you better
sit. Sam should be back here any time. He said he'd only be gone a
minute."
Now Baker went into his smooth operator mode. He set his hat
carefully on her desk and slouched down into the chair in front of her.
"You're pretty lady, you know that?" Baker beat Staci to the
schmaltz by a heartbeat. "Sam's a lucky man to get to look at you all
day."
Staci closed her mouth and smiled. She was going to let Baker talk
her into bed. It saved her the trouble of thinking up insincere
compliments.
"Why detective! Listen to you talk," she encouraged.
Sam had finally secured a vantage point where he could see them
both and have a quick passage to the other room when they moved. He saw
that Staci had unbuttoned an extra button in preparing to entertain
the detective. Baker wouldn't be talking polite long staring at her
generous cleavage in its present display.
"I'm supposed to notice things," Baker was saying, "And I'd be
a damn poor detective if I didn't notice someone as good-looking as
you."
He was staring at her chest again.
"Why detective! I do believe you are trying to sweet talk me,"
Staci teased him.
"I know it's tough being a talented woman with so much to offer
and being hit on all the time, so I'm trying to be nice," Baker said
from some sensitivity lecture he had slept through, "But what I see is
what I see. You are one good-looking woman."
"Talk like that could turn a girl's head," Staci encouraged,
Baker was grinning like cat with a mouthful of canaries. He
thought his smooth moves were getting to the girl. It was a lot easier
than he thought it would be, even seeing that she was in the market for
a man to get back at Sam with.
"I'm just telling you what I see," he plunged ahead, "And to me
you are one of the most desirable women on the planet."
Staci could believe that one. She had seldom seen such lust, naked
and unabashed as she saw in Baker's eyes. He really did want her that
much. And that was sexy in its own way.
"My, is it getting warm in here?" she asked and fanned herself
with one hand while toying with her neckline with the other.
Baker's eyes were glued to her chest, hoping for a millimeter more
exposure of her magnificent breasts. He was a simple man, Staci decided,
and his lust was pure. It was nice to be wanted so much.
Only when she was sure Baker was stuck for a way to bridge the
next gap did Staci help him across.
"Would you mind if I left you for a moment to rearrange my
clothes?" Staci asked.
"I won't peek," a grinning Baker promised.
He made no move to cover his eyes or even close them. He was
obviously expecting her to strip for him and then jump on his cock.
Staci didn't like his assumption that she toppled so easily. He had to
work a little harder than that.
"But it will ruin the surprise," Staci pouted, "You wait here and
-get comfortable- and I'll call you in a minute."
She went into Sam's office and took off her underwear. She put her
blouse back on, buttoning one button below her breasts for the most
salacious display and waited a bit.
"All right detective, I think you should wait in here," she called
out after her pause.
It was all she could do to stifle the laugh when Baker bounced in
wearing boxers and socks. He obviously had expected her to be waiting
naked, and even he was chagrined when he saw she was still dressed.
Staci eased him over his faux paus.
"My, that does look comfortable," she said, "But they don't seem
to fit too well in front."
"Come over here and I'll see if I can fix that," she told him.
Baker was like a little lamb now. Sex was about to happen and he
was in awe. Sam figured Staci could have told him to crawl and Baker
wouldn't have hesitated.
There was method in her madness. When he brought his bobbing
boxers over to her, he could see that her tits were unfettered and all
but exposed in her blouse. That restored the stiffness that his cock
had lost in embarrent.
"There isn't a way to make them sit right," Staci said in mock
frustration as she slid the material back and forth over his hard-on.
"Maybe I have to look inside."
Baker was her slave. She pulled down his shorts and let them drop
around his ankles. She smiled up at him as he stood still like a tin
soldier with his cock at attention.
"Maybe that would fit better in here," Staci said and pulled him
forward.
Baker had to be afraid he would wake up from the dream as Staci
maneuvered his cock between her breasts and began rocking up and down.
The marvelous globes were still trapped by one button and hugged him
as she made his cock move in her cleavage. Baker's face was covered in
amazement.
"Now isn't that better," Staci prodded him for his reaction.
"Oh Jesus, it's just heaven, that's all," Baker groaned.
"It might be even better if you helped," Staci told him.
"I'm afraid I'd get those beautiful tits all sticky if I moved."
he told her.
"Ooooo, I like the feel of nice warm cum on my tits," Staci cooed.
"I was hoping to give you that warm feeling somewhere else," Baker
hinted.
"I'm only worth one shot?" Staci pretended to pout.
Sam was surprised that Baker didn't cum from hearing that.
"Oh no, but I might be only good for one and I wouldn't want to
miss out," Baker protested.
He was smarter than he looked, Sam thought. It felt real good to
nestle between a pair of big jugs, but it took more work than you'd
think to get off fucking them. He always made sure Staci was in position
to suck on his cock when it popped up through her cleavage when he
fucked the magnificent mounds.
"Oh, I see," Staci teased, "You're expecting more."
"Oh no, not expectin

Sex Pistol Sex story

2004-07-01T23:02:00.000-07:00

January 26, 2003

Kelly A (not so) short story by Night Hawk (NHnighthawk.sytes)
Archived at

Inspired by Mike C, based on characters in his novel: "James" Characters
and situations by Mike C, 20022003

Chapter 14

Vanetta heard the phone ringing.

"Oh no," she thought to herself, "Not now Kelly!"

"Shouldn't you answer that?" asked Bobby lifting his head from her damp
curls.

"Damn it Robert!" she said swinging her leg over his head. "I was so
close!"

Still nude she padded across the office floor, reached across her desk
and picked up the private line. "Yes Kelly?" she asked.

Kelly laughed on the other end of the line. "Did I call at a bad time?"

"More than you'll ever know," said Vanetta starting to smile.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Because Todd never calls on this line," Vanetta said, "and I don't
think Laura knows this number yet."

"I'm sorry about that," said Kelly, "I'll let you go back and try to
finish what you started. I just wanted to let you know that we'll be back
before noon tomorrow."

"Okay," said Vanetta. "I'm sure that Bobby won't mind starting over.
By the way, that special shipment you were expecting arrived Friday
afternoon."

"Great!" said Kelly, "say hi to Robert for me, and I'll see you
tomorrow."

Vanetta laughed. "Right! Let him know that you know he's here. I
doubt it!"

"Have a good night Vanetta," said Kelly warmly.

Vanetta hung up the phone and walked back to the studio couch. She had
turned on lights in Todd's apartment earlier to give the appearance he was
home, but downstairs in the studio, a dozen coconutscented candles
provided the only light.

A large creamcolored satin sheet covered the couch where she and her
boyfriend had been making out.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Robert Payne had been her boyfriend for nearly a year. She had met him
two years ago at the university when he was a TA for one of her business
courses. He had shown an interest in her from the start, but Vanetta had
been leery of his attentions. During her few years in North Carolina, she
had twice dated white boys only to find their interests no deeper than the
allure of her coffee colored skin. It brought back disturbing memories of
the rich men who visited Jamaica to rent the young dark girls.

Her mother had warned her about dating outside of the still visible
color bar, but for some reason that bar had never excluded Todd and Kelly.
It was through Kelly's help that her mother had managed to secure landed
immigrant status, allow Vanetta and Delton to follow shortly afterwards.
With the help of Todd, Vanetta had been accepted to UNC and Delton had been
able to start his own business.

Todd and Kelly, what a combination. Not once in all the time she had
known them or worked for them had she felt or seen any signs of being
different. Todd had never once suggested anything sexual towards her,
though she knew she was not unattractive. Actually, Vanetta was very
attractive, but Todd treated her more like a sister than an employee or
even a coworker, and Kelly had always been just like a sister to Vanetta.

Vanetta remembered fondly the "family" trip Todd and Kelly had taken
them all on to visit "The Home of the Rat," the first year they had been in
Charlotte. Before Vanetta had taken on such a heavy course load at UNC,
she had gone with Kelly on trips to Canada, New York and even California.

Perhaps it was the fact that Robert reminded her of Todd that, after a
year of excuses, she finally accepted a date with him. Robert had picked
her up at the door of her mother's house and taken her to a movie followed
by a pizza. He had been fun to talk to and after the date officially
ended, he had walked her back to her door and hesitantly placed a small
kiss on her cheek.

Vanetta couldn't understand why Robert had persisted in asking her out
when he could have his choice of women. Two years older, he was over six
feet tall and weighed in at all of 145 pounds. He had thick dark hair,
which he kept fashionably short, and a neatly trimmed beard. Like her, he
was an honor student bent on doing his best, and had a thirst for
knowledge. He was in his final year at the University and planned on
teaching high school business after he graduated, but for the time being
worked part time for a realty firm.

They had dated all of six times over a twomonth period of time, and he
had never tried to go further than the kiss on the cheek at the end of each
date. After the third month he had brought her home to meet his parents
for a holiday meal. His mother was a teacher and his father an editor for
the North Carolina Nation. After a few more visits with his parents and
seeing no sign of being anything other than a girl whom their son was
seriously pursuing, Vanetta eased her guard.

Vanetta had expressed her concerns to Kelly who had really listened.
Kelly had said, "You can't love if you're afraid of being hurt." Two weeks
later after another movie, Vanetta had slid closer to Robert and instead of
a pizza they had gone parking. He gave and received a lot more than a kiss
on the cheek that night and afterwards they had both laughed about how they
were acting like teenagers necking in a car.

Though it was obvious both intended and hoped to take their physical
relationship farther, they had still taken their time. Robert was fun to
be with and the two of them spent many hours just talking and laughing.

In the month that followed their first serious necking session, Robert
had moved slowly and carefully. His first foray had been to slip his hand
on to her hard and flat stomach stroking it slowly and had lovingly played
with her belly button which had given her the giggles. On their next date
he dared to venture his hand up farther and had cupped her breast in his
hand over top of her bra. Vanetta had taken the initiative that night and
undid her bra to give him free access to her 36 C cup breasts. Her nipples
had been the size of hard pencil erasers and puckered with desire. She had
gently pressed on his head letting him know she wanted them suckled.

Things had heated up from that point, and they started to date weekly
sometimes skipping the movie all together. As each date progressed,
Vanetta had allowed Robert to go farther and the night he finally slipped
his hand inside of her jeans and panties it took very little manual
stimulation from him to bring her to a climax. That was the night she
first undid his jeans and let his rock hard cock spring forth to her gaze.
It looked so needy, all pink and with a ruby red head that she took it in
her hand and gently stroked it. She was not prepared for how quickly he
ejaculated or how strongly. Some landed on her blouse and some on his
shirt, before she tried to stop the flow by placing her palm over the top
of it feeling more spurts hitting her hand. As he slowly breathed back to
a semblance of consciousness he started to apologize, but she hushed him
with a kiss. She looked at her dark hand holding his baby pink cock and
laughed at the cum seeping out over and through her fingers. Cream to go
with her coffee colored skin.

Robert had confessed that night to Vanetta that she was the first girl
to ever have seen or touched his penis. "I had once promised myself I
would be a virgin on my wedding night Netta."

She had smiled at him. "I understand Bobby. You're the first man who
has ever touched my boobs much less down there! I wasn't saving it for
marriage, but I promised myself that my first time would be with someone
who loved me and who I loved."

"And I do love you Netta," he had said.

They continued the weekly visits to their private lovers lane for
another month, necking and petting, masturbating each other to the point of
climax. They were comfortable with each other at this point in their
sexual discovery, and often had multiple climaxes in an evening. The time
in between was spent snuggling and hugging and making sweet love talk.

While they had both been total virgins, they were not culturally
isolated and knew what the next step would be. Nearly nine months after
their first date, Robert asked if she would consider spending the night
with him at a Holiday Inn.

The virginity she had protected for so long she surrendered to Bobby
that night. It had been special night for both of them. He had taken her
out to a fancy restaurant and then gone dancing at a club they both
favored. Shortly before midnight they checked into the room he had reserved
for them.

Standing inside the doorway they kissed for a long time, neither of them
wanting to rush the moment. Robert slowly undid her top kissing every inch
of exposed skin as it came into view. He helped her out of her shoes and
nylons leaving her clad in just her black bra and panties. Vanetta pressed
him back towards the bed undoing his shirt buttons and then his pants,
throwing both to the side as he stepped out of his shoes. She had pressed
him back on the bed and pulled his socks off, and then reached forward to
pull his shorts off. He actually blushed.

"You're going to blush now?" she had asked in surprise. "I've seen him
in all his glory and he sure is in his glory right now!" she said as she
looked at his obvious excitement.

Vanetta sat down next to him on the bed and after a few more deep soul
kisses she moved back and gently nibbled her way down his chest. "I know
guys are supposed to really like this," she had said as she raised her head
over his throbbing cock, "but while I have an understanding of what I'm
supposed to do, you'll have to let me know if I'm doing this right." With
that she lowered her lips to his cock which twitched wildly in response.

"Oh God Netta," he moaned. "This is my first and I don't know what it's
supposed to feel like but whatever you're doing, it feels so good!"

Vanetta had heard enough talk from the girls in her classes to know she
should wet her lips and suck and slide on his shaft and swirl her tongue
around the head. All this she did to please him.

"Oh Jesus Netta... I can't hold back," and no sooner were the words out
of his mouth when he shot off into her mouth.

The first splash of his thick hot cum nearly gagged her but as she
instinctively swallowed she found that aside from tasting a bit salty, she
didn't mind it at all and continued to suck on his cock until it softened
in her mouth.

Bobby clasped her to him and kissed her deeply mumbling over and over
how much he adored her and would do anything for her. They laid together
for a while letting Bobby get his bearings back and then he undid her bra
and slid off her panties looking at her nude for the first time ever with
the lights on. He was transfixed on the darkness of her nipples on her
skin and they were puckered with desire. Her crinkly pubic hair fascinated
him as well as he kissed his way from her firm breasts to her navel until
he changed position and was facing her vagina for the first time ever.
Gingerly he brushed at her pubic hair and gently spread the wet lips that
lay beneath. He could smell her musky arousal and it just fired him up
even more. Determined that he would give her the same pleasure she had
given him, he slowly moved his face and more importantly his tongue down to
where he knew she liked to be touched by his fingers.

His first lick across her clit nearly drove her off the bed! It was so
much better than his fingers. And then he did it again and again! Vanetta
was bucking her hips off the bed to meet the flat of his tongue as he slid
it from her vagina across her clit in steady long strokes, until finally
she could take it no more and grabbing his head ground her pelvis against
him until she saw fireworks!

All this served to do was to bring back his erection with an even more
blood engorged tip and seeing this Vanetta pulled him on top of her and
said, "Do it now Bobby, take the last of my virginity away while I'm so hot
and wet. Just tell me you really love me first."

With his cock just nestled in her cunt, Bobby said, "I love you
Vanetta," and then in a single stroke bore down and they both felt her
hymen snap. It hurt for just a minute but the pain was soon replaced by
pleasure as Bobby pumped long and deep into her. Having cum earlier from
her oral attention, Bobby's next climax was slow in building but for
Vanetta, her first from his tongue had only heightened her arousal and as
the pain ebbed away, she slammed back into him on each stroke matching his
lust and love. She felt herself building to another climax and grasped his
head kissing it all over. As she crossed the threshold once more she
slipped her tongue into his ear and discovered it made his cock swell up
inside her and increased the raggedness of his breathing. She continued to
slide her tongue in and around his ear while whispering how good it felt to
be a woman now and how good he made her feel until his pumping became
erratic and he soon shot his seed deep inside of her as she ground back
against him reaching yet another climax.

They lay panting on the bed afterwards. Vanetta had her legs wrapped
around his butt still pulling him into her, and they remained that way
making sweet talk until his cock softened to the point where it slipped
out.

Thinking quickly, Bobby pulled a handful of tissues out of the box at
the side of the bed to mop up and absorb what was flowing out of Vanetta.
His touch on her clit made her jump.

They made love twice more that night before they were both too exhausted
to try any more and went to sleep cuddled against each other.

That night had confirmed their true feelings for each other and they
dated as frequently as possible. While making love was not always
possible, they did it every opportunity they had. They sat in the library
at the university, sitting on the floor in the back rows looking at sex
guides and manuals, making mental notes of what they wanted to try next.
They still went to the movies and had their pizza nights, but money was not
in abundance for either of them and it had been Vanetta who had suggested
Bobby come by the studio on those nights when Todd and Kelly were out of
town. While he left at an appropriate hour, Vanetta still remained the
night, sleeping on the couch where they had made love earlier.

Tonight had been the first night the phone had ever rung.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Anything important?" Bobby asked as Vanetta slid back on the satin
sheet.

"Just Kelly letting me know that they'll be back around noon. That
means you can spend the night if you like," she added shyly.

Bobby smiled at her. She was stunning. Her skin was flawless and
looked darker and richer on the cream colored satin. "I'd love that
Sweetheart," he said as he bent over her to suckle on her firm breasts and
large puckered nipples.

She gently pressed on his head reminding him where he had been when the
phone had interrupted them. Licking his way down her flat stomach he soon
slid back between her spread legs and deftly parted her labia exposing the
pink tender flesh inside. He loved the taste of her and eagerly worked his
way into her with his tongue. Soon she was gasping for breath as Bobby
took her over the edge twice.

Vanetta was kissing Bobby, tasting herself on his tongue. "I love you
Bobby," she said.

"And I love you Vanetta," he said with the tenderness that comes with
sincerity.

Since they no longer had to worry about Bobby leaving, they took the
time to fix something to eat from the studio kitchen, listened to some
music and cuddled. They had time, and the tender and loving words and
gestures and touching stoked their fires again.

Vanetta gently pressed on Bobby's chest until he was reclined on the
couch. Kneeling between his legs, Vanetta took his semi stiff cock in her
hands. The pale skin of his cock contrasted with the dark skin of her
hands. As she gently played with his prick it began to swell and Vanetta
slipped it into her mouth. She loved to feel it grow and brushed the
tender glans with her tongue, sucking as much of him into her mouth as she
could before he was fully hard.

Her hands moved down to stroke and caress his scrotum and thighs as his
cock became fully rigid. Allowing her teeth to gently scrape his engorged
member she alternated between wrapping her lips around and sucking as she
slowly bobbed her head, and teasing him with the scraping of her teeth,
swirling her tongue around his glans.

Vanetta could feel his balls tighten and she knew he was close to
coming. Gently cupping both his balls with one hand she wrapped the other
around his pulsing shaft and slowly pumped it up and down while her mouth
sucked on him with wet sloppy motions. She had learned it was his favorite
way. Soon he was moaning out his love for her and his total devotion as
his hips bucked and he let loose with a torrent of cum that she greedily
swallowed.

As Bobby lay there panting in the afterglow of his climax, Vanetta
continued to pump his prick with one hand as she moved closer to him.
Taking the head of his cock she rubbed it against her wiry pubic hair. She
knew that he especially liked that and his cock quickly rose to the
occasion.

Vanetta continued to stroke his cock against her cunt with one hand
making sure that she brushed it across her clit as well. Moving forward
she slipped his new erection right inside of her hot vagina and she rode
him until she climaxed, falling forward on him and planting kisses all over
his face and neck, and of course nibbling on his ears.

Bobby loved the feeling of Vanetta's tongue in his ear and it brought
him close to another orgasm. Wrapping his arms around her he thrust up
with a manic pace as his breath became ragged. Vanetta herself was rapidly
approaching another climax as well and ground her cunt against him on every
stroke until both of them crossed the point of no return.

Moaning softly, Vanetta let her legs splay out keeping him trapped in
her hot box, her tits mashed against his chest. Wrapped against each other
in this fashion was how they fell asleep.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Todd woke up early Monday morning and quietly slipped out of bed leaving
Kelly and Laura clutched in an embrace.

After relieving his bladder, he packed up the last of his camera
equipment and with what the girls had packed the night before, moved it all
to the door. They were leaving with considerably more than they had
arrived with, most of it Star Trek T's. Laura had refused to pack the
dolphin he had bought for her, insisting that she wanted to see it through
the night. He smiled at the thought of how easily she was pleased with
small things. At least those things that reminded her of special events.

Todd brushed his teeth and took stock of the suite. No visible damage,
but he left a sizable tip for the housecleaning staff, much larger than the
day before. The Hampton had been good to them and he intended to spend
more time there in the future, especially if this deal with Al went
through.

Satisfied that he could do no more, he returned to the balcony and just
leaned over looking at the island. It was still early, but he could see
the golfers heading out for an early morning start. Unlike the previous
night, Todd had slipped on a pair of scrub pants and one of the new
tshirts. All the dirty laundry was in a bag waiting for the last items
that Kelly or Laura might add.

Though he didn't want to go, Todd knew that IC depended on him to
deliver and he would deliver. He was anxious himself to see how the shots
turned out, but his thoughts drifted to what he had said to Kelly. He had
the love of two beautiful women and this last month had been the happiest
he had been his entire life.

"Hey sailor! Looking for a good time?"

Todd laughed as Kelly joined him on the balcony. He gave her a kiss.
"Nope, sorry lady," he said. "It can't get any better than what I have
now! This is as good as it gets!"

Kelly smiled at him. Like Todd, she had cleaned up, brushed her teeth
and for the first time since they had arrived at the Hampton she was on the
balcony dressed. Barely.

"I could get used to this," she said to him. "I'm thinking of asking Al
about buying a cottage out here if we land the job. What do you think?"

"I think the chances of getting a cottage here is going to be somewhere
between none and not a chance in hell!" he laughed. "But it wouldn't hurt
to ask him. Maybe if we suggest opening an office down here the chances
would improve though."

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"Not really," he said. "But it would be a nice place to come to when we
want an escape."

"Yeah, it never hurts to dream does it? I see you left a nice tip for
the staff, and all the packed stuff is by the door. Are you getting
psyched to start printing?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said. "I've got a lot of film to process, from
Regan's to the bubble bath pictures. Might as well run it all through at
once, it won't take much extra time."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Kelly said. "When I was talking to Vanetta
she said our Canadian beer had arrived." She took out a cigarette and lit
it. "Just in time too. I was nearly out of my favorite vice supply."

"What time is the plane going to be here?" Todd asked.

"In about an hour. I figured I'd let Laura sleep a bit longer and then
if she hasn't woken up on her own, I'll have to help her." Kelly smiled.
"She's a real sweetheart isn't she? I can't remember ever being so happy."

"That's funny," said Todd, "I was thinking the same thing before you
came out. I can't remember being so at peace with myself."

"Are you guys talking about me behind my back in front of my face?" came
a sleepy voice from behind.

"You bet," said Kelly as she gave Laura a good morning kiss.

"We were just saying how lucky we are that you came into our lives,"
said Todd as he kissed her.

"Luck? Or Kismet?"

"Maybe a little of both," said Kelly. "Are you nearly ready to take
another flight?"

"Yep. Got all my stuff ready to go. You think the pilot will do what
Chris did for me on Friday?"

"If he does," said Kelly, "he'll never father any more children!
Speaking of which, I better take a Gravol now."

Laura looked out to the pier hoping to catch sight of the dolphins once
more before they left but it was a bit late in the morning.

"Don't worry Sweetheart," said Todd reading her expression, "next time
we come, we can get up really early and go down and visit your friends."

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Half an hour later, a bellhop came up and carried their bags down to a
waiting golf cart. Kelly settled the bill for the room and asked the
manager about the availability of rooms should they land the contract to do
the new brochures.

"Well, we always keep a few rooms open all the time just in case," said
the manager. "Like when Mr. Regan called. Some people you never want to
turn away. I'll be sure to add your name to the list."

Kelly thanked him and left a few business cards for him.

She saw Todd and Laura waiting in the cart wearing the cowboy hats Laura
had bought them and remembered to slip her own on. "Might as well go in
style," she thought.

Kelly recognized the pilot who had come for them as the same one who had
taken them to Laurel Canyon to visit the Prevans. He gave a friendly smile
and wave as they pulled up, and helped Todd stow all the luggage on board.

"I've just got to top up the tanks," he said, "So we should be ready to
take off in about 15 minutes."

Laura went with him, fascinated by the bigger plane. Kelly moved off
the runway and parked herself in the grass lighting up her last before she
would be airborne.

The flight proved to be uneventful and with fair weather they arrived in
Charlotte just after 10:00 o'clock.

While Laura fetched her car from the parking lot, Kelly went to talk to
Chris about another round trip to Laurel Canyon on Wednesday for Laura to
pick up the two girls.

Laura parked the car close to the office and Todd shifted the baggage
from the plane to the Honda. Laura dashed in long enough to once again
thank Chris for the fantastic flight he had given her on Friday, and then
the three of them drove back to the studio.

Vanetta was waiting for them. Bobby had left before 8. She had
arranged for fresh fruit and vegetables that morning and Delton had picked
them up for her and dropped it off.

While Todd unpacked his camera and carried the film into the darkroom,
Kelly and Vanetta set about making a large pitcher of juice. Laura had
some personal needs to attend to and a phone call to her mother letting her
know she was back safe and sound.

"So the weekend was successful?" Vanetta asked.

"Very," said Kelly, "Probably as good as last night was for you!"

Vanetta ducked her head slightly. "Hush now Kelly. That's supposed to
be a secret."

Kelly laughed. "Don't you worry, your secret's safe with me."

Laura came back in time to help clean fruit for a midmorning snack.
"I've got all the dirty clothes in a bag," she said to Kelly, "can we wash
them at your place?"

"Of course," said Kelly. "I've just got a few things to take care of
here and then we can head out. I'm sure Vanetta's anxious to get home,"
she said with a smile. "Nothing else is planned for today, and Todd's
going to be in the darkroom for quite a while. We'll stop and get you a
cell phone of your own, and come back after supper to make sure that Todd
has something to eat."

Todd came back out after 15 minutes, just in time to join the three
girls for a morning juice break. Laura got the vitamins and the gojuice
out and the four of them discussed the day's activities.

"I've got about 100 negatives to develop," Todd said, "so if Vanetta is
heading out, could you forward the calls to your phone Kell?"

"No problem. Laura and I are going to stop off and get her a cell of
her own, and then we figured on doing the laundry. How long do you think
before you'll be able to come out and eat?"

"Hmm, fresh soup, developing time, drying time... give me about two
hours okay?"

"It might take a bit longer than that before we can make it back," said
Kelly, "but if you print the contact sheets, we should be back in time to
feed you and to take a look at the master's work!"

Todd laughed. "I can only hope I got a few decent shots out of the
whole weekend."

"Now you're just being humble," said Kelly. "I'm looking forward to
seeing the ones you did of Anna and Laura."

After drinking a double serving of the fresh juice, and downing the
vitamins chased back by cold fresh fruit, Todd gave his two lovers a kiss.
"See you guys around 2 then."

"I should get running too," said Vanetta, "I might make it in time for
afternoon classes."

"You go then girl!" said Kelly. "I can tell you all the sordid details
of Todd's strip dance tomorrow."

Vanetta raised her eyebrows at Todd who just sighed.

"You might not have time tomorrow," said Vanetta. "There's a note on
your desk about a big shipment of equipment coming tomorrow afternoon along
with four burly men to unload it all and set it up. I guess it's pretty
heavy."

"Perfect timing," said Kelly. "Thanks Vanetta."

"Oh, and I filled the fridge with beer, the rest is in the backroom
along with your cigarettes."

"What a wonderful way to start out a new week," said Kelly. "I'll have
to take a couple of cartons home with me!"

"Well, on the subject of good news, Delton left a package for you as
well Todd. It's in the crisper in your fridge upstairs."

Todd gave her a big smile. "Be sure to thank him for me if I don't see
him in the next few days." With that he turned and headed back to the
darkroom.

"Did I leave enough money for the Canadian delivery?" Kelly asked.

"More than enough," said Vanetta. "Remember their dollar is only 62
cents US."

"And you made sure his trip was worthwhile?" Kelly asked.

"He was more than happy," said Vanetta. "I asked him to stay for lunch
and I cooked him up one of those thick steaks from the freezer."

"Was that a smart idea?" asked Kelly. "Being alone with him in the
studio?"

"No worries mother dear," laughed Vanetta. "He called ahead to make
sure that somebody would be here so I had Delton stop by. As I was cooking
up lunch, Delton helped him unload the truck. After he finished eating he
stuck around a while to chat. He said it was nice not to have had to run
down empty. Said his next stop was to pick up a trailer full of oranges.
Would you believe he gets seventeen dollars wholesale on a ten pound bag?"

Kelly laughed. "Yeah, 17 Canadian!"

"Still, it's a worthwhile trip for him," she said. "But, I have to run.
See you tomorrow!"

"Have a good day Vanetta," Kelly said.

Laura said goodbye to Vanetta as well and silence descended in the
studio.

"I've just got to check my email," said Kelly, "and then we can head out
ourselves."

"Okay," said Laura. "I'm going to put my dolphin in the bedroom
upstairs and I'll be ready."

Kelly quickly skimmed through her mail and email, entered the numbers
from the last few days on who had been where and the feedback. There were
no complaints and more than a few compliments towards clients from the
models. Kelly brought her database up to date and then shut off the
computer.

Setting the studio phone to forward calls to her cell, she and Laura
left the studio locking the door behind them.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Kelly, I need to stop at a drugstore as well," said Laura as she eased
her car out of the parking lot.

"I should stock up as well," said Kelly. "I shouldn't need them for
another week or so, but it's not like they'll go to waste. There's a good
store near my place so we can stop there on the way home. First let's head
into town and get you a phone."

Laura found a parking spot near the corner of South and Euclid. Locking
the doors, and dropping money in the meter the girls entered the AtComm
store that serviced TKO's cell needs.

"Hiya Kelly!"

Kelly turned to see Benny coming out of the back office.

"Hi Benny," she said. "We need to get a third cell on our plan for
Laura here," introducing Laura to the manager.

"Okay, something small and compact?"

"Preferably."

"Well we have a special on right now on this Sony Ericsson T68i with a
camera attachment for only $199.99," he said lifting a small palm size
phone from the display stand. "The T68 is a triple band phone with a full
color screen and is packed with features. It has GPRS, Bluetooth and EMS
and the T68 has advanced calendar and contacts features that you can
synchronize data with your PC. It comes complete with a hands free earbud,
an incar charger and a belt clip."

Kelly laughed. "Now don't try too hard to sell us on it Benny!"

"But Kelly, this is a great phone! Color display with voice activated
dialing, voice recording and voice command. The Lithium Ion batteries will
let Laura talk for up to six hours without recharging or stay on in
standby mode for 144 hours! It's even got a 500name phone book and an
additional 250 on the included SIM card."

It was Laura's turn to laugh. "I don't even know 100 people!"

"My dear girl, someone as pretty as you will soon need all 750 slots!"

Kelly sighed. Benny was really into the latest electronic gear.

"You've not only got text messaging, but predictive text input! An
internal antenna, an alarm clock with a snooze button, a silent vibe mode,
but best of all, it weighs only three ounces."

"Okay, enough already," Kelly laughed. "How long will it take Laura to
learn all the features?"

"About an hour, if she's half as smart as she is good looking, just to
get the basics, and then the other features will come quickly as she needs
them."

"Do you like it Laura?" Kelly asked.

"It's beautiful," said Laura. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Okay Benny, we'll want a message center for her and call waiting as
well. Can you set it up so we can walk out of here in the next half hour?"

"For you Kelly, I can walk on water. Let me get right to it. And you
want this as part of the TKO plan?"

"Yep."

"Give me 15 minutes, and I'll have it all set to go."

"That's great Benny, we'll be back shortly then. We're going to grab
something to drink from the deli across the road."

As they headed out of the store, Laura asked about the silent vibe.

"You use that when you're someplace where you don't want the ringing of
a phone to interfere with whatever is going on around you. It's quite a
powerful vibrating unit too!"

"Maybe I should slip it into my panties and have you call me a few
times," sighed Laura.

Kelly laughed. "Don't you have a regular vibrator for those special
times?"

Laura looked dejected. "I bought one of those 'pocket rockets' that
were all the rage two years ago, but it irritated me more than it ever gave
me pleasure."

"Ah, I know the one you're talking about. Trust me, if you want to
enjoy a vibrator, you are better off with one that will guarantee results!"

"And do they come with a written guarantee?" joked Laura.

"Not quite," said Kelly, "but Carol Queen endorses the one I use as does
Dr. Betty Dobson, author of 'Sex For One: The Art Of Self Loving' and you
can't get higher endorsements than from those two ladies!"

"I'm surprised you use one Kelly."

"Before you Sweetheart, I didn't have much fulfillment from my partners.
I read Betty's book and learned that I could and should take matters into
my own hands if I didn't want to settle for being a frustrated sexual
being."

"Well, who's this Carol Queen you mentioned?"

"Ah, she's one of the founding members of 'Good Vibrations', a minority
and women owned company that specializes in the sale of aids for females.
They also give lectures. I had the good fortune to meet both Betty and
Carol over the years attending their seminars. It looks like we'll have to
get you the Cadillac of personal fulfillment for those times when you want
to just have a solo session or when neither Todd or I are around to fill
your needs."

They entered the deli and ordered a Hero which they split, and two iced
French vanilla cappuccinos.

"It's the 'Hitachi Magic Wand' and I just happen to know a store
downtown that stocks them!" Kelly said as she sat down.

"Kelly, I can't walk into a adult store here in Charlotte! Somebody
might recognize me and tell my dad!"

"Don't you worry Babe. It's a special lingerie shop that just happens
to carry toys for grown ups!"

"But if it's so good, why do you want a partner?" Laura whispered.

"Oh Laura... As good as the results are, and let me tell you they are
really good, there's nothing that beats sharing sex with someone you love."

"Yeah, I can understand that. One of the things that made the last few
nights so special was being able to cuddle next to my lovers."

Kelly smiled.

They finished their drinks and sandwich and headed back to AtComm.
Benny had the phone programmed and had even entered some quick dial numbers
for TKO for Laura.

"Do you want that wrapped or are you going to start carrying it now?"
Benny asked.

"I might as well get used to keeping it on me," said Laura as she
clipped it to her waistband.

"I thought as much. I've got all the instructions in the bag with the
warranty." To Kelly he gave a few cards that had Laura's new number written
on them.

"Just bill it all to our account okay Benny?"

"Will do Kelly. If you need anything else, you know where to find me!"

"Thanks Benny." Kelly said as the girls left the store.

"Since we're downtown anyway, let's drive over to the lingerie shop
before we head home."

"I'm going to feel so weird shopping for a vibrator," said Laura.

"Relax Sweetie, you'll see real quick that they treat this very
seriously, and nobody is going to give you a second glance."

Twenty minutes later they were driving back to Kelly's, Laura still
blushing from the experience, but she had a Hitachi Magic Wand of her own.

They stopped at the drugstore in the strip mall where Kelly bought her
supplies and after stocking up on some essentials and a couple of boxes of
panty liners and four boxes of Tampax Compak Multipax, the ones that fit
discreetly in the palm of the hand, the girls returned to Kelly's.

"I like the multipax," said Kelly. "I don't have to bother buying
separate boxes for heavy days or light days or for through the night."

"I'm just glad we both use regular absorbency," said Laura. "Otherwise
we would have had to get two stashes and we wouldn't be able to help each
other out."

Kelly and Laura tossed the dirty clothes into the washing machine and
then retired to the kitchen with a bottle of mineral water.

"What should we fix Todd for lunch?" Laura asked.

"Hmm... He'll probably end up snacking all night on it so how about we
make him some chicken fingers on a bun and leave him enough chicken so he
can snack when the urge hits him?"

"That sounds good," said Laura.

The buzzer went off on the washing machine and Laura went to transfer
the clothes to the dryer. Kelly had taken a few cartons of her Cameo's
from the studio and packed them away in her closet after taking a couple
packs out for her immediate use.

The girls sat and waited for the dryer to finish and then folded the
clothes and sorted them. Most of what Laura had gotten she packed with
Todd's clothes to take back to the studio but left a supply at Kelly's as
well knowing she was going to be spending a lot of time with Kelly. She
also left her Magic Wand in the other nightstand beside Kelly's bed.

Kelly and Laura stopped at the supermarket where Kelly did her grocery
shopping and picked up a large package of fresh boneless, skinless chicken
breasts and a bag of Kaiser buns before they headed back to the studio.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Todd had processed the film and the negatives had looked promising. He
set up his large trays for printing and ran off contact sheets of all the
rolls of film he had shot. He knew that Kelly would like to see them when
she and Laura came back.

While the contacts were drying Todd got on the phone. He had done a
shoot for a diamond wholesaler a year back and had been fascinated with the
entire process of the cutting and polishing. He had absorbed enough
information about the four C's of diamond quality that he could speak about
them with some knowledge. He called the president of the company and laid
out his request.

"That's an unusual request Todd," said Johan. "We've never tried
mounting three hearts on a ring before. If the stones are too small, you
won't be able to see the cut, and if you make them large enough to see that
they're hearts, you'll be looking at a mighty big ring. I like the way you
think though."

"Damn," said Todd. "I really want something that says 'I love you' but
not garden variety."

"Ah, I must have misunderstood you when you first said what you wanted.
I could have sworn you said two engagement rings, identical."

Todd laughed. "That's what I did say Johan."

"And do you plan on marrying two girls?"

"I'm not planning it Johan, I'm going to do it!"

Johan laughed at the other end of the line. "Then might I suggest you
get a set of three rings?"

"I only need two," said Todd.

"No my friend," said Johan laughing. "I meant two sets of three rings.
One engagement ring with two interlocking wedding bands. I could design
you a custom set that would have a large heart on the engagement ring with
small stones on the sides and for the two wedding bands we could put a
smaller heart on each of them with say a cascading cluster of stones
falling away from them. That way, when your 'brides' are wearing all three
rings you would have a diagonal line of hearts."

"That would work!" said Todd. "How long would it take you to make that
up?"

"We could probably make them in about a week depending on the size of
the stones. We can mount them here and I can give you the name of a good
jeweler who can size them for you in Charlotte or you can send me the sizes
and I will have them made right to size here. What kind of band were you
looking at? Did you want to go with the platinum? It's quite popular
right now."

"No, I think I would prefer to stick to 18 karat gold bands," said Todd.
"Platinum is nice, but I want something a bit more traditional."

"You want traditional? And you plan on marrying two women?"

"Yeah, I know, so I'm an oxymoron in the flesh," laughed Todd.

"And how large would you like the main diamond?"

"What size would you recommend Johan? You're the expert."

"Yes, I suppose I am," he sighed. "For a heart shape I think you will
have to go at least one carat to show the stone off properly. But you
realize this is an expensive cut."

"How about bigger?" Todd asked.

"If we go much bigger, they won't be practical to wear Todd."

"Okay, you got the idea of what I want. I'll get their sizes here and
let you know by the end of the week if that's okay."

"That will be fine. Just out of curiosity, if you don't mind me asking,
is one of the brides to be Kelly?"

Todd laughed again. "I'm sorry Johan, but I am taking her off the open
market!"

"Congratulations Todd. I'll send you over a copy of the design once I
have it drawn up. Then you can tell me if you like it or want to change it
in anyway."

"That would be great Johan. Do you want the number of my bank?"

"Todd, I know you, that's good enough for me."

"Thanks Johan. I'll look forward to the artwork and I'll get those
sizes to you this week."

After he hung up the phone, Todd was humming to himself as he slid the
negative of Chuck into the enlarger. Seeing it in full size, Todd knew he
had really captured the real essence of Chuck. He maneuvered the sliding
table around until he had a cropped image he felt would do the most justice
and still humming turned off the lights and pulled out a 8 x 10 matte
finish sheet of paper. As he looked at the picture of Chuck caught
unawares with that thoughtful gaze, Todd remembered the man who last Friday
had said he would be proud to call Todd his son. Todd slid the exposed
print into the developing solution and reached for his special 11 x 14
stock.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Oh Todd! She's gorgeous!" said Kelly.

"Wow... look at her eyes," said Laura, "they totally dominate the
picture!"

Todd was smiling. Taking a drink from his mineral water he asked, "What
feeling do you get when you look at her?" By "her" he was referring to
Anna. He had finished the pictures of Chuck and Anna first. He wasn't sure
why he wanted to do these first, but it seemed more important to him than
InterCoastal's paying job.

Kelly and Laura had arrived back at the studio a bit later than they had
expected. Their twohour trip had turned into a fourhour excursion, but
Kelly knew that Todd would not be waiting to eat. He was more than capable
of finding something to snack on if he got hungry, but she also knew that
he probably would continue working in the darkroom till they got back. And
he had.

Todd had printed 8 x 10's of Chuck and Anna and also 11 x 14's on his
special stock. He hadn't even bothered to start printing any other
pictures until he had the 11 x 14's mounted on a foam core back.

"I'm not sure," said Laura. "I feel like I'm looking at a beautiful
young girl, but those eyes... they're haunting. It's like she knows
something I don't and she's telling me with her eyes."

Kelly rubbed Todd's shoulders as he took another bite of the chicken
breast bun. "I feel a bit sad," she said. "Maybe sad isn't the right word
but solemn, serious. What ever did you say to that girl to get that
expression?"

Todd was smiling from ear to ear. When he took a picture that could
evoke such emotion, he knew he was in his groove. He pointed to the one of
Chuck, making sure his fingers didn't touch any of the finished prints.
After he had heard Kelly calling him to come eat, he had finished off the
Cuddy shots and hung them up to dry, covered his chemicals and come out of
the darkroom carrying the finished pictures between two hands, touching
only the sides and stood them up on the display case in the reception area
of the office where the lights were set for best exposure.

"And this one of Chuck, the profile, it's something else all together.
When did you take that one?" Kelly asked.

"While you and Brenda were making supper Thursday night. Chuck and I
were just making conversation, talking about Brenda and the rest of the
'James Gang' and I was just cleaning my camera. Amanda was kind of cuddled
up to him and he was just sitting there, calm and serene, just as you see
him. Something we were talking about, times changing or something and he
got that look of a man deep in thought. Actually he was so deep in
thought, he didn't even see me raise the camera or focus in! I doubt I
could get a look like that if he knew a camera was around."

"Well, I think we should pack them up proper and ship them down to him
with a personal letter of thanks for his hospitality and kindness," said
Kelly.

"That's what I was thinking as well Sweetheart." Todd finished his
second chicken bun and headed over to his workbench where he had the
contact sheets of all the film he had exposed that weekend. He washed his
hands and picked up the red wax pencil he used to write on the 16 x 20 thin
glossy sheets. Using the larger sheets he could put a roll of film on each
sheet and after he was done with them, they would get stored along with the
negatives in a fireproof cabinet. After a year, they would be transferred
to an old fur storage vault he and Kelly had bought. With fur being out of
politically correct season, they had really lucked into the purchase and it
was located in a warehouse they had bought outright. The space they didn't
need they rented to out to Steve who had bought an old very large safe and
placed it in the building to house his important legal documents, and
through Steve they had rented out more of the space to other legal firms
that wanted to keep important papers like wills or in some extreme cases
valuables that belonged to clients. The other renters paid for the
elaborate security system and Steve and TKO split the profits.

Todd picked up the sheet of the two girls in the bathtub from their
Friday night romp. He had already circled four shots that he thought were
exceptionally good, but none of them would ever be seen by outsiders. They
were just a bit too revealing. Kelly and Laura looked over the sheet with
the large, round, lighted magnifier mounted to the bench and finally
decided on one that would be appropriate for Ray from the Tshirt shop.

"That's another one to mail out," said Kelly. "Laura's going to sign
her first autograph!"

"Here's some that Laura hasn't seen," said Todd pulling another sheet
out. It was the pictures Todd had shot from the balcony of their suite of
Laura and the dolphins. The water, though a beautiful array of blues and
greens, seemed transparent and glistened from the early morning sunlight.
The sun also picked up the golden highlights in Laura's hair. They were
beautiful shots and innocent, the model not even knowing she was being
watched. Todd had selected a few that would be good for stock photos and
ones to add to Laura's portfolio. Her expression told an entire volume of
stories.

Next they looked at the pictures of Laura taken at "Reliving History."
They agreed with Todd's choice of pictures, one of which was a fabulous one
of Laura in a confederate soldier's uniform complete with rifle in hand
standing slightly sideways with the rifle butt on the ground.

"But what about the ones for Peter?" Kelly asked. "That's what I
thought you would get to first!"

Todd had purposely left this one turned upside down on the table and
with a smile turned it over. Because of the set up time for each shot he
had only shot off one roll of film Sunday, but of the shots he had taken,
all were good, but there were four that really stood out. The first was a
close up of the wing as it cut through the wake the tug had generated, the
silver gleaming in the sunlight. The second one Todd had circled was of
the wing exposed but the bulk of the hull out of the water, but it was the
third that made the girls laugh. It looked like Sara had been skating with
the boat and at the last moment turned her blade to send a cascade of ice
slivers flying. Except in this case it was a side view of the Cuddy as it
skidded towards them and the wing, the hull and the screws were exposed
through a sheet of water that was crystal clear in the focus. Individual
drops seemed to blast out of the picture towards the viewer and the girls
remembered Peter and Al's response to Sara's little stunt.

As they laughed with the memory, Todd pointed to the one he thought was
the best of the bunch. It had been Sara's last run and with the power
opened up on the Cuddy, after the tug had totally churned the water, the
Cuddy was captured in all its glory with the entire hull out of the water
as well as the wing and screws. The water could be seen running off the
side of the hull and from the wing. The boat was literally flying much
like a dolphin breaking surface on the run.

"That's a great shot Todd," said Kelly. "Peter should be real happy
with any of these, but I think this one is the one they'll use."

"Am I missing something?" Laura asked. "You don't seem as excited by
these pictures as you do about the ones of Chuck and Anna."

Todd gave her a sad smile. "This is my work Honey, I liked the ones I
did for Regan's more because they didn't put the pressure on me like Peter
did. From the beginning when Peter called, this was a production shoot
with deadlines and lots of pressure. The ones I took of Anna and Chuck,
that's my life. When we were at Chuck's, the first time, it was also a
paying job, just catalog work, but Chuck left me alone and didn't ask for
anything special. Then when I got the shot of Sara, it was unique and
special and made it all worthwhile. And Chuck was as thrilled with it as I
was. I can't impress Peter because he expects more than the best, and
specifies exactly how it should look. It doesn't leave much room to be
creative."

Laura thought about that for a minute and slowly nodded her
understanding.

"Anyway," he said, "I've printed these four on good stock so you can
call Peter and tell him that they're ready."

Kelly looked at the time. It was only four o'clock. "If they're dry, I
might be able to get them to him with UPS or FedEx overnight. Let me call
him and see where he wants them sent."

Laura and Todd went back to the kitchen to clean up the remnants of
their late lunch.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Kelly lit up a cigarette as she sat down at her desk. She dialed in
Peter's cell number and waited for an answer.

"Hi Peter," she said when he answered. "How did the press shoot go
today?"

"Poorly," he said. "We'll get the headlines for setting a new speed
record, but they were more intent on shooting the boat as it broke the
speed record. It doesn't show the modifications of the boat, so for all
intents and purposes it just looks like a boat in the water. I was
watching the photographers and if not for the headlines, it could have been
going 50 and nobody would know the difference. I'm really starting to
appreciate Todd's vision. Dare I ask how things are coming on your end?"

Kelly took a deep drag and said, "You not only may dare, but I'm pleased
to tell you that Todd was so thrilled about our vacation courtesy of IC
that he went right at it and he has them done. I was just calling to see
where we should deliver them?"

"They're done already? Damn Kelly, if I can get my hands on them now, I
can get them digitized and sent to the papers. How do they look?"

"Better than even you could have hoped for Peter. Todd got four really
excellent shots out of the day, and if you want them digitized, we have the
equipment for that here."

"Well I was just getting ready to fly out myself and head back to Rhode
Island but I'll need to catch a local flight to get to a major airport.
Any chance I can fly to Charlotte and send the digitized images out from
your end and pick up the finished prints?"

Kelly looked over at Todd who was smiling talking to Laura. "I think
that would be safe Peter. We'll get them digitized so all you have to do
is contact the various papers and send it out from here. Call me when you
land and I'll come and pick you up at the airport."

"Thanks Kelly!"

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"So his newspaper photographers didn't quite deliver on what he wanted
to sell eh?" Todd smiled smugly.

"They didn't know anything about the boat or the wing Todd. They
thought they were just looking at a boat that went faster. Can we get the
negs scanned in Tiff format so he can sent them to the papers from here?"

"Are we going go get the credit for the photographs?"

"I'll insist on it," Kelly said.

"Sure. I can fire up the Nikon transparency scanner and give him high
resolution images." Todd said. "You know, as much as he pissed me off, I
wouldn't want his job. I promise I'll be nice to him!"

Kelly laughed. "And spoil your reputation now?"

Todd fetched the dried prints and the corresponding negatives and
started to scan them into files. Kelly and Laura took the clean laundry
upstairs and put everything away.

They were going to sit and watch TV while Todd finished his printing
when Kelly thought of something and headed downstairs again.

"Todd, when you finish scanning the prints of the boat can you scan the
ones of Anna and Chuck for me? I told Jules I'd send her copies of the
Cuddy but I think they'd like to see what you did for Chuck and Anna as
well."

"Sure, once this workhorse starts going, it's no problem doing a few
more scans."

"And I might as well get the ones of Chuck and Anna packed up now and
call for a pick up. There's still time to get them out today."

Kelly sat at her desk and wrote a nice personal note to Chuck thanking
him and offering these pictures as a way of friendship. She prepared the
shipping box and inserted the pictures in so they wouldn't be damaged and
then called FedEx to come and pick them up.

Laura who was starting to miss Kelly's company came downstairs and
offered to watch for the courier if Kelly was called to the airport.

Todd returned to the darkroom to print out the one for Ray and another
of Laura with the dolphins that he would send to Al.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Peter hadn't called yet, when Todd emerged once again from the darkroom.
He had the picture of the girls in the tub for Ray and the one of Laura's
early morning close encounter.

Kelly and Laura both laughed as Laura practiced signing her name on
photographs with a special pen. When she finally had it right she and
Kelly signed the one to Ray with "Love and Kisses". Todd scribbled
underneath their signatures, "Live Long and Prosper!"

Kelly got out another shipping envelope and wrote a note to Al regarding
the picture of Laura and asked him to deliver the bubble bath print to Ray.
She simply addressed the envelope to the Mayor of Brookhaven.

The envelope had just been sealed when the phone rang. Peter had
arrived.

"I can pick him up," volunteered Laura. "I'm getting to like that
airport!"

"That would be great Laura. That way I can write up a contract for him
to sign regarding our vacation."

Laura had just pulled out of the driveway when the FedEx truck pulled
in. Kelly signed off on the shipment and for a moment there was silence in
the studio.

"What have you got left to do Honey?" Kelly asked Todd.

"Just the ones of Laura from 'Reliving History,' but you know Kell, all
of a sudden I'm just beat."

"I know Sweetheart. You push yourself too hard. Look... there's only
the three prints you want, you've got the chemicals out now, why not run
them off and then pack it all away? I'll even give you a hand."

"Thanks Kell, but you've got to write up a contract for that vacation
remember?" Todd smiled. "I guess that's incentive enough for me right
now!"

Todd went back to the darkroom once more.

Kelly returned to her computer and pulled up one of the standard
contracts Steve had created for them, changed the fee from dollars to "two
week vacation in Jamaica via boat large enough for seven passengers, all
inclusive." She added a line regarding time and with proper notice because
she had promised Peter. Satisfied this would more than cover their needs,
she printed off three copies, one for Peter, one for their own records and
one for Steve.

Laura still wasn't back from the airport so Kelly took the time to
convert the Tiff files Todd had scanned in and converted them to smaller
Jpegs. Then she sent an email to JulieAnn.

Dear JulieAnn,

As promised, here are the pictures that Todd got of the Cuddy with the
wing. I'm sure you and the rest of the gang will be as excited with these
shots as Todd and I were.

I've also attached two pictures that Todd took while we were at Chucks.
These are two of Todd's best shots in the last year. I know you guys are
pretty involved with Chuck, so I thought you would like to see them. We've
already sent the originals to Regan's. I hope that now the speed trials are
over, you can relax a little bit, but knowing the "James Gang" I'll bet you
are already working on another project.

Best of luck and much success in your ventures.

Hugs to all!

Kelly

Kelly had just pressed the send key when Laura pulled in with Peter. It
would be cutting it close, but if Peter called the papers first and told
them he was sending the files, they should be able to replace the pictures
to go with the story.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Hi Peter," Kelly said as he entered the studio. "Care for a drink
before you get on the phone?"

Laura smiled. All Peter had talked about on the drive over was the
pictures. He so badly wanted to get something that would boost interest in
the boat, and had been disappointed in the news photographers who were more
interested in the speed than in the stability. Though Laura had been
there, she really didn't understand the reason for his concern, but she did
realize this was an important thing for Peter. She had tried to assure him
saying how impressed she was with the pictures, but Peter wanted to see for
himself.

"Please Kelly," he begged, "Let me see at least one picture that will
show the wing. It's the most important part of the boat and what allows it
to utilize the full power of the monster motor we put into it."

Todd picked that moment to reemerge from the dark room, having cleaned
up his chemicals and washed and put away his trays. The last pictures he
had developed were in the dryer.

"Hi Peter," he said, "Want a beer? It's the good stuff."

"No thanks Todd, all I really want is to see a picture that will capture
the boating worlds imagination, then I can catch the next flight out and
report with good news to the board."

Todd laughed as he pulled one of the Molson bottles out of the fridge
for himself, asked Kelly and Laura if they wanted one, which the declined,
and said to Kelly, "Why not give him his package Honey?"

With a smile Kelly handed Peter the protective shipping envelope. Peter
opened it with shaking hands. His hands steadied, as did his breathing, as
he saw the first picture. By the time he had all four spread out on the
desk he was beaming from ear to ear.

"Thanks Todd," he said. "You've saved what was nearly a disaster. And
you have these scanned already?"

"They're all set on the computer," said Kelly. "All you need to do is
call the papers that were there this morning and get their email addresses
and you can send them out right from here."

"Maybe I will have that beer after all," said Peter. As Laura went to
get him one, Peter got on the phone and started to call the big daily
papers that had shown up at Brookhaven that morning.

Before he could get through to the first paper, Kelly slid him the three
contracts for the vacation as well as a note stating that Todd would
receive the credit for the photos. Peter signed the contracts with
pleasure, and with each of the papers he got through to; he made it
perfectly clear that the photos be credited to Todd Ayres.

Kelly helped him enter the various newspaper emails and they sent one
different picture to each of them. Most would run similar pictures, but
this way all four pictures would show up in different papers.

As he sat back, finally satisfied that only good pictures would be shown
in the papers, he took a long swig of his beer and leaned back in the
chair. "So," he finally asked, "When did you guys buy in?"

Kelly laughed, said it had been Todd's idea, and told Peter of the
Friday morning decision.

It was Peter's turn to laugh. "Al was a bit pissed that he didn't get
his buy order in until just before the market closed Friday. I'll bet he
paid a lot more for his shares than you did. I'm nearly certain that
between last Friday morning and this Friday, the value will double. That
Cuddy was nearly a white elephant until JamPC fixed the problem. We
couldn't do a thing with it, and we had some of the best engineers working
on it."

"They are an amazing group," Todd said. "They seem to brainstorm as one
and find alternate solutions to conventional problems. I wish they were a
public company!"

"You and me both!" said Peter. "Thanks for getting this done for me so
fast Todd. I'm really sorry for being so callous back at the island.
Sometimes I let my mouth operate before my brain. I hope you understand
that I have a board to answer to."

"It's okay Peter," said Todd. "Kelly helped me to see what kind of bind
you were in. I only have to answer to these two women. I'd hate to have
to answer to a board!"

"And speaking of the Board," Peter said, "I'd love to stick around for a
while but I have a meeting with them first thing tomorrow morning. I
better get on a plane."

"We'll drive you back to the airport." Kelly said.

"No thanks Kelly, if you can call me a cab, that will do just fine. I'm
not in panic mode now, so I can relax and fly home."

Laura called a cab for Peter and fifteen minutes later he was gone with
the pictures and the contract Kelly had drawn up.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Anybody hungry?" Todd asked. "I'm beat and I thought we could order
something in and go sit on the roof and pretend we're still at the island."

"Miss it already Sweetheart?" Kelly asked.

"I think it's all the fresh air I miss," laughed Todd. "I've been in
the darkroom since we got back this morning!"

"This is shaping up to be a busy week," Kelly said. "The gym equipment
will be coming tomorrow, and I have to clean up my guest room for Cara and
Ami."

"I'll be glad to give you a hand with that Kelly, if you can wait until
after my morning classes. God, I'm going to have to really study now!"

Kelly laughed. "It's okay Laura, you just take your time and get as
many hours in as you can. Gloria will be there to give me a hand, and I
don't have that much to move."

"No kidding," said Todd. "I think half of your stuff is here anyways."

Kelly pouted. "Just my sports equipment."

"Are you guys sure you don't need me tomorrow?" Laura asked.

"Baby, we want you," said Kelly, "but we think your studies should come
first."

Kelly placed an order for a bucket of chicken wings and a large pizza,
which she went out to pick up. While she was gone, Todd rolled a couple of
joints and then with Laura's help, wiped down the patio furniture on his
roof.

There was a fire escape that ran along the back of the building that
ended on a flat top roof. An access route to the fire escape was a doorway
at the end of the hall from Todd's bedroom. It had been a large window
before Todd had remodeled the upstairs into his personal living quarters
and he had placed a solid steel cased door there. Over the years he had
built a smallenclosed sundeck with screening to keep the mosquitoes at
bay. It was sparsely furnished with comfortable patio furniture, though he
hardly used it. On those occasions where he had wanted to enjoy the
outdoors he had mostly gone to Kelly's house where the back yard had been
transformed at the hands of G and Delton.

Kelly returned with the chicken wings and pizza. She knew that Todd
wanted to light up and mellow out, which is why she had ordered the chicken
wings. Laura h

Sex story

2004-06-30T09:39:00.000-07:00

I didn't write this story...

...but It's a cool sequel to my story 'Skippy's Master',
(sigh my only doggie story). I think this sequel is
really good, maybe even be better than my Skippy
story, plus it's spelled a whole lot better! (wink)

I can't thank Howard enough for it!!!

Check it out:

:)

Skippy 2
Howard Hightart

Tears of shame ran down my face as I felt Skippy pound
into me. But even though I felt humiliated I still
enjoyed the feel of my doggy lover next to me.
Feelings of joy and excasy mixed with selfdisgust and
loathing as to what I was doing. With each pounding
of Skippy's doggy cock I muttered my new position in
life over and over again.

"Skippy's bitch"

"Skippy's bitch"

"Skippy's bitch"

Kneeling on all fours, pants and undies down around my
ankles with Skippy leaning across my back I thought
over the reality of what I as actually doing.

The humiliation in me grew with every thrust but that
just seemed to make me hotter. Soon I felt the first
wave of orgasm roll over me and dropped onto my elbows
almost passing out.

Skippy was still on top of me pumping in and out
rhythmically, and didn't even slow down as I fought to
catch my breath.

Boy this dog was good!

I had always thought that animals were quick and to
the point but Skippy was 'still' going strong.
Before I could fully recover from my first orgasm I
felt a second one approaching and right behind that....

During the throws of my 'third' earth shattering
climax I finally felt Skippy shoot his load. "Good,"
I thought to myself finally coming back down to earth
and realizing what I had just done, "now I could get
out of here and get cleaned up".

As I waited for Skippy to finish off, I promised
myself, again, that this would never happen again!

Shame and disgust washed over me as a mental picture
of myself fuckign a dog stayed deeply burned into my
imagination. Humiliation rose the bile in my stomach
as the full realization hit me

that Catherine had witnessed me do this.

I tried to rationalize it to myself; told myself that
she had instigated it all......but I knew inside that all
she'd done was push me to the final step that I'd
fantasied about, but had just been too gutless to try
myself.

"Never again" I muttered to myself. "Jesus
christ.....NEVER again."

God, I hate myself.

Several hours later, Skippy finally collapsed on my
back exhausted. As I got back on all fours he tried
to get off of me. The large dog managed to get off my
back but we ended up rear to rear together.

With horror I realized that his cock was still stuck
in my pussy!

I could feel the large knot of his maleness wedge into
my wet slit preventing my escape from this horrible
situation. My panic grew until I dimmly recalled
reading somewhere about how doggies stayed 'tied'
together after intercourse as natures way of keeping
the cum inside the bitch to insure her pregnency.
Thank god for birth control, I thougt to myself
stupidly! Could I get pregnet from a dog? Of course
not jen, what's the matter with you? I couldn't
'believe' I was asking myself such stupid questions.

Then I remembered the knot.

A fresh stream of tears trickled down my cheek as I
realized that I would have to stay 'tied' to this dog
for GOD KNOWS how long.

Coming down from my sexual high, my humiliation grew
and grew as I remained attached to my animal lover
like the 'bitch in heat' I'd obviously sunken to.

It must have been almost an hour later before I heard
Christine's car drive up.

I was on all fours with Skippy's long dick stuck up my
pussy. As Christine walked around the corner of the
house she saw Skippy and I tied together. She
immediately burst into laughter. Fresh waves of shame
washed over me again and I hung my head in
humiliation. How could she every respect me again or
treat me like a normal person again. Then it hit me,
she 'shouldn't' treat me like a normal person, because
I wasn't. I was Skippy's bitch. As fast as that
thought hit me, i tried to block it out and scrambled
to get my dignity back.

"Please help me, Christine." I begged. "I'm stuck!"

"Now Milly, you know better then that" said Christine
as she walked up to us. "Bitches dont't talk."

"Wwwhat? What do you mean?" I stuttered.

Slap!!

"Now if you talk like a person again I will slap you
again." said Christine firmly raising her hand again.
"You are Skippy's bitch now and you will talk like a
bitch. Do you understand?"

I knelt there, shocked and uncomprehending. She
couldn't mean... No she couldn't! Once again I tried
to reason with her.

"Christine, please...."

Slap!

"I will ask you once again, Milly. Do you
understand?"

I hung my head in shame and not wanting to get slapped
again.

I quietly managed a pathtic little 'bark'.

"What was that, my sorry little bitch? What did you
say?"

"Woof" I barked louder beginning to cry again.

"Good bitch." She sounded pleased. "Now bitches don't
wear clothes do they? So let's get these off of you."
With that she proceeded to remove my pants and panties
that were still tangled around my ankles along with my
shoes and socks, working around Skippy who red penis
was still nessled firmly inside me. Throwing these in
a pile she next grabbed the hem of my shirt and began
to pull it up over my head. Numbly, I lifted first
one arm and then the other to help her remove my
shirt and bra.

Now naked at her feet and rear to rear with Skippy,
she Grabbed up the pile of clothes and stood smirking
over me.

"When you are 'done' with Skippy here, I want you to
scamper into the house. Understand Milly?"

Quietly I barked.

"Good bitch"

And with that she went into the house. As I knelt on
my elbows to the ground in dispair as Christine
gingerly walked by Skippy and I a few times to unload
some bags from her car, ignoring this huge dog penis I
had to indure. Each time she passed she's glance over
at me and smile. I kept my eyes down, too disgusted
with myself to look her in the eyes as I realized with
self loathing, that I was starting to become wet
again. What was wrong with me?!

Finally Skippy shrunk back to normal and pulled free
as I whimpered in relief. Shaking I got up and
stretched my sore arms and legs. Looking around to
make sure that nobody could see me naked I walked over
to the house and in the back door. Christine was in
the kitchen waiting for me.

"Since when do dogs walk on two legs Millie?" She
asked. "Get down where you belong!"

Ashamed at myself I got down on all fours did as I was
told. I was ashamed to feel that my pussy was getting
wet again and my nipples were hardening. Surely I
couldn't get off on this treatment?! Could I?
Kneeling naked on all fours on the kitchen floor I
bowed my head before Christine.

"Good bitch" she said as she petted my head. Once
again the feelilngs of humiliation ran through me but
once again I could also feel my pussy spurt in
excitement and become wetter. How sick was I?

"Now if you are going to be Skippy's bitch you will
need to do a proper job of it. Do you understand?"

"Woof"

"Good. Now I thought you still might be here when I
got back, even though any normal person would have
left long ago, wouldn't they have Milly?"

"Woof" Humiliation. Pussy spurting. Nipples getting
so hard they hurt.

"Anyway I got you a few things." With that Christine
reached into one of the bags on the table. I half
expected to see the leather collar that she pulled out
but I was still shocked at seeing it. What had I
become? I asked myself. Why was I doing this? But
even as I asked myself these questions I hung my head
down to make it easier for Christine to attach the
collar tight around my neck. Numbly I lifted my head
back up to look forlornly at the woman standing over
me.

"Now, Millie, don't give me that sad look. If you
didn't like it you
wouldn't be here. There is nothing to stop you from
leaving. Of course if you left you would no longer
get to get humped and rear fucked my a doggie now
would you? Do you want to see what else I got you?"

"Woof" Quietly I barked knowing that by doing so, I
had agreed to staying in this demeaning situation.

"Good. That's mommie's little bitch." Millie crooned
patting my head. "Now let's see what else we have for
you." Reaching into the bags again she began to pull
out more items.

"I got a leash to go with your collar so I can lead
you on walks. Or maybe Skippy can lead his little
bitch on walks, eh? I could put the leash in his
mouth and let him lead you around the yard. She
giggled. I can just see you on all fours scrambling
to keep up with him!"

As she said this I too pictured myself being lead by
that big dog. A pet's pet. I could hardly imagine
the shame of being lead naked on hands and knees by I
dog galloping through the yard with my tits swaying to
and fro as I tried to keep up with him.

"And I also got you a food and water dish," said
Christine holding up a pink food and water dish. "I
even had your names put on it" I was confused by the
plural of name until she showed me the word 'Millie'
on the one side and turning the bowl around showed me
that it said 'Skippy's Bitch' on the other. "I'll put
this besides Skippy's so that you two lovers can eat
together." continued Christine.

"I also got you a few dog toys to play with." she
said holding up a red ball, a chew bone and some other
toys. "And finally in order to help you look more
like a proper bitch, I got you this." Christine held
up a short stick with a ball on one end. Out of the
other end was a large tuft of long brown hair. I was
not quite sure what it was supposed to be.

"It took me awhile to find this which is why I took so
long but I think it will be perfect for you." As she
said this Christine, my Mistress I suppose now that I
was a dog, began to lub the ball end of the stick and
walk behind me. I was still confused as to what she
was talking about. Then suddenly I felt her spread my
ass cheeks and push the ball up against my anus.
Shocked I yelped and tried to pull away.

"Now now Millie. Stand still. This won't hurt a
bit." With her free hand Christine grabbed my collar
holding me in place as she continued to push with her
other hand. Slowly I could feel my tight little
virgin asshole open up allowing the intruder farther
into my ass.

Pain flaired in my rectum until all of a sudden it
went away and I felt my butt hole close again. Or
atleast mostly. I could still feel the thin rod
sticking out and as Christine released the globes of
my ass cheeks I could feel the long hairs rub against
my naked ass and the back of my thighs. As I looked
over my shoulder behind me I finally realized what it
was. A tail.

"There now you look like a proper bitch, Millie."
beamed Christine straightening up and admiring her
handiwork. "Shake your tail for me."

Slowly I shook my butt. I could feel the hairs swish
along the back of bare legs. Through the feelings of
humiliation i could feel my pussy leak with
excitement. What a sick slut I was! Maybe I deserved
this.

"Now I know you won't be able to poop with that thing
in your butt so when you need to go come to me and I
will take it out for you. I don't want you doing
anything with your hands, do you hear me? You are a
proper bitch dog now and those are your paws. If I
see you do anything a dog wouldn't do I will punish
you." Catherine said sternly. "You couldn't be a
master so now I am your master. Do you understand
Millie?"

"Woof"

"Good girl. Now I am going to put you and Skippy in
the kennel. I will
come out later to feed you two but in the meantime you
two play nice." With that Catherine attached the
leash to my collar and lead me back outside.
Surprisingly enough Skippy was still hanging around
the back door and followed Catherine docily as she
lead us to the kennel. Once inside, Catherine closed
the gate and without a backward glance returned to the
house. I looked at the gate for a minute knowing that
as a human I could easily open it. But not anymore I
thought.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing with
Skippy. The big dog loved having a new friend to play
with. I tried to act like a dog as much as I could
both to please Skippy and for fear of getting punished
by Catherine. I had no idea if she was secretely
watching us or not and did not want to try it. Skippy
and I scampered around the kennel, with me falling
behind.

Every once in a while Skippy would look behind him at
me as if to hurry me up. I tried me best but I didn't
have the years of practice that he had. I consoled
myself that I would get better with time. Once I had
to pee in the corner. That was a new experience,
trying to pee without getting it all over myself.

I felt awkward at first but knew again that it would
improve over time. As the sun began to set Cathrine
came out of the house with our food dishes and brought
them over to the kennel.

As soon as I saw Catherine I began to feel ashamed
again. It was as if my depraved acts didn't both me
if I was only around Skippy but as soon as another (or
should I say "a" since I was now apparently a proper
bitch) person was around then the disgusting and sick
nature of my actions began to sink in.

My humiliation and shame grew as Catherine approached
the kennel with a sly smile on her face. As my face
grew red though I also felt my pussy begin to wetten
again.

Catherine set the two bowls down on the ground inside
kennel and straightened up. "Here you go pets.
Dinner is served."

Skippy rushed over to his bowl and began wolfing down
his food. I slowly crawled over to my pink bowl
feeling Catherine's eyes on me the whole way. As I
reached the dish I saw it was full of moist dog food
and water. Silently I looked up at Catherine pleading
with my eyes not to make me eat this stuff.

"Come on Millie. Be a good bitch and eat your food."
she said with a ugly little smirk on her face.
Defeated I lowered my face to the waiting dish. I
could hardly see the brown stuff with my tears
clouding my vision but I supposed that helped. With
my face in the bowl I could feel Catherine watch me
eat until I had downed every last morsel and drop in
the dish.

By the time I was done I could feel my tummy queasy as
the bile rose at what I'd being willing to eat like a
damned fool, but I also could feel myself blushing
from my cheeks down to my chest, suddenly aware I was
once again trickling down the insides of my legs.

Skippy of course finished before I did and as my
excitement grew he began to start sniffing around my
rear end. I froze, half in degredation, half in
embarrassing anticipation. Soon he jumped onto my back
and began hunting around with his hips for my wet
hole. The force of his body on my back pushed my
"tail" farther into my rectum causing me a brief shock
of pain, which started to fade as my rectum relaxed a
little more and my "little doggy tail" sunk in
further.

Skippy's impossibly long, bright red sticky doggy
penis found my waiting hole and sunk its way in. This
time, along with the pleasure of having his large
rough dick running up and down my under my vagina,
there was also the added sensation of the rod in my
ass as it got moved around by Skippy's body pushing up
against mine. The pain in my rectum soon faded and it
became just another tactile sensation I savored.

I began to moan in exctasy.

"Now now Millie. No human sounds out of you or you
will get punished" corrected Catherine leaning over
the kennel fence watching us. In my excitement I had
momentarily forgotten that she was there. The added
feelings of humiliation fueled my fire further. I
tried not to make a sound but found it too hard. I
needed some release. Soon I was yelping and whinning
like a dog. "That's better, Millie." I heard dimly
through my sexual haze.

Cathrine continued to watch us until both Skippy and I
had cum. Once again when the large dog tried to
climbed off of me, we found each other connected at
the groin again. As Cathrine chuckled at the site. We
were either still there with me cowering under him
burried in me like that, when I felt Skippy trying to
turn around his upper body, which was painfull.

I inquickly whimpered at the pain and his trying to
move into another position.

"It's okay girl, don't panic Skippy just wants to be
end to end so he doesn't have to look at your face for
a change!" Cathrine broke herself up as I fought more
tears at her cruel words, and Skippy continued pulling
against me.

"Boy Millie, you really do get stupid when your get
fucked silly by a long hard doggie prick. Okay, let's
make this simple so even a bitch in heat like yourself
can understand it, okay? Just crouch down in a
submissive pose so your dominant can place you butt to
butt, which Skippy seems liked best." Catherine
instructed as I did just that. So here I was, rear to
rear, which made me burn with anger over, but what I
wanted didn't matter since I was clearly "number two"
now on everybody's eyes, including my own.

"Boy you two make quite a picture. Jesus dogs are
silly sometimes!" Catherine grinned as I winced.

Somehow I found this the most humiliating of all.
When Skippy walked a bit forward, I scrambled to walk
backwards, and basicly realized since he was in
charge, where ever he walkd I'd better follow! I felt
as vulnerable as a stupid marshmellow stuck on the end
of a stick. Skippy's stick! My sexual high for the
moment abated and back down to earth here I was stuck
naked on all fours stuck genetalia to genetalia to a
dog with someone watching. My feelings of selfworth
dropped to an all time low as I became more and more
disgusted with my self.

"Well pets, you have a good night now." Catherine
said as she turned and headed back into the house.
The sun had set now and I watched her walk back
against the red sky. I had meant to ask her to allow
me to poop but had forgotten and I realized that now I
would have to wait until morning. Of course there was
no way I could do anything right now anyway, stuck as
I was.

Skippy and I came apart about 15 minutes later.
Luckily I didn't have to wait as long as I had this
afternoon. By the time we finally managed to
disengage ourselves though it was completely dark and
I had to feel my way to the dog house. Crawling
inside I curled up into a ball and cried myself to
sleep.

The next morning I woke up with sunlight streaming
through the dog house opening. Skippy was curled up
beside me. He had woken me up some time during the
night when he came in but I had quickly fell back into
an exhausted slumber. As I crawled out of the house I
felt my bowels cramp up and hoped that Catherine was
outside. I really needed to go!

Unfortunetly Catherine was not there and I ended up
waiting for a good fifteen minutes as my need grew
before I finally saw her come out of the house towards
us. The feelings of humiliation and shame rose up in
my again as I saw her but I did not care anymore.
Quickly I scampered over to the fence and turning
around presented my butt and tail to her and started
to whimper and whine. Part of my cringed at the
indignity of what I was doing but I kept doing it
anyway.

"What's wrong Millie?" Catherine asked. She sounded
concerned.

Whimpering loudly I frantically waved my ass at her
hoping she would understand. I was tempted just to
talk and tell her but I was still to scaried of being
punished.

"Ohhh," exclaimed Catherine, "Do you have to go
potty?"

Excitedly I barked to show her that is what I meant.

"Okay then let's get this tail out and you can do your
business." Bending down, Cathering reached between my
ass cheeks and grabbed the base of my tail. MY pussy,
already wet from the feelings of humiliation I was
feeling, got wetter yet as I felt her hand so close to
my wet slit. Then with a steady adn firm pressure she
pulled the tail out of my anus. I felt a sharp moment
of pain but it faded quickly and I concentrated on
hold my butt closed as I quickly crawled over to the
corner of the kennel to do my duty.

Kneeling down lowering my ass as close to the ground
as I could I saw Catherine watching me with the same
smirk on her face as yesterday. Ashamed, I lowered my
head and let loose my bowels.

Relief flooded through my body as I emptied myself.
It was almost orgasmic. When I was done I had to think
for a minute how I would clean myself up. Finally I
ended up dragging butt along a relatively clean grassy
area to clean myself up with. When I was done I
crawled back to Catherine and Skippy who was up by
this time also and happily eating his food.

"Very Good, Millie. Now let's put your tail back in
and you can eat your breakfast."

Unable to look my her in the eyes I docily turned my
back to her and backed up until she could reach my
rectum with the tail. My body shuddered in desire as
once again I felt her hand near my pussy forcing the
tail into my butt. By the time she was done I could
feel the juices of my excitement trailing down my bare
thighs.

"All down, girl. You can eat now." said Catherine
with a pat on my behind.

In a daze I crawled over to my bowl and began to eat
the food in it. Of course by this time Skippy was
done and had begun to notice my excitement. After a
few exploratory sniffs at my crotch, he jumped onto my
back and began to push himself into me. Taken by
surprise, my face was pushed into the food before me.
Catherine laughed.

"You two lovers are insatiable, aren't you?"

The humiliation of the word "lovers", and Skippy's
large member soon had me forgetting about my breakfast
and yelping in excitement. Soon I felt my first
orgasm roll over my with another right behind it.
Each time Catherine would laugh louder feeding my
excitement. When Skippy was done Catherine left with
a few words that she would be back later "to play".

As usual, Skippy stayed attached to me so while I
waited to be released, I finished my food and slurped
up some water with Skippy's groin attached to mine.

The rest of the morning Skippy and I just roamed the
kennel. We scampered around smelling the grass. We
took the occasional nap and generally just lazed
around. I was surprised to realize that I found it
quite relaxing.

In the afternoon Catherine came out again and leading
me by a leash attached to my collar took me out of the
kennel. She proceeded to spend the afternoon teaching
me tricks like how to fetch and play dead and other
doggy tricks. Embarrent ran through me as I
meekly did as she told me to but as I had come to
expect I became quite excited also.

As evening aproached Catherine lead me back to the
kennel where Skippy smelling my excitement promptly
proceeded to jump me. By this time I was becoming
glad that Skippy was there to relieve my frustrations.

Catherine came out later to feed Skippy and I but did
not bother to hang around. Skippy and I spent a quiet
night in the kennel before crawling into the dog house
to go to bed.

The next few days were a repeat of the first with a
feeding first thing followed by a relaxing morning.
Training in the afternoon was followed by another meal
and a quiet evening. I became more and more adept at
crawling and relieving myself without getting anything
on myself. I still got humiliated and excited
whenever Catherine was around though and was glad that
Sippy was around to satisfy me.

On the fourth day after our afternoon training,
Catherine decided that I needed a bath. Bringing me
into the house she cleaned me up in the tub. by this
time I was glad to be cleaned and enjoyed the feeling
of clean skin and hair again. I was also savouring
the feeling of a bare pussy. Catherine had decided
that since I did not have fur like a proper dog that
she might as well get rid of what little body hair I
did have and proceeded to remove all the hair on my
body from my neck down. I was glad that she did not
shave my head though! The feeling of the cool air on
my sensitive and no bare pussy was incredibly exciting
and I could feel my juices leaking out as Catherine
toweled me dry in the kitchen. Of course it could
have also been due to the feel of her hands all over
my body!

As Catherine finished towelling me off and put my tail
back in the telephone rang.

"Hello." said Catherine picking up the reciever.

"Hello? Catherine is that you?" Being this close I
could hear the other person on the line.

"Yes."

"Oh. Well its Beth. I thought you were still gone
and Mildred was watching the place. I just called to
see how things were going with her." I heard Beth
say. Inside I cringed. If she only knew that I was
still here naked on all fours and being Catherine's
bitch dog; a bitch in heat no less!

"I came back early," replied Catherine, "But Milly's
still here."

My eyes opened in horror! No please don't tell her I
silently begged.

"Oh really?" I heard Beth say. "Is she still watching
Skippy?"

"Kind of," replied Catherine. "She is staying with
Skippy now and keeping him busy." With growing
horror, I realized that Catherine might not hide our
little secret.

I just couldnt't face that possiblility. Beth had
been one of my best friends for forever and I just
couldn't stand losing her as my friend. What would
she think if she knew what I was doing? Tears rolled
down my cheeks as I begged Catherine not to say
anything to Beth.

"You mean she's staying with you and watching Skippy
while your there?" asked Beth.

"No she is staying with Skippy and I am watching both
of them."

"What. What do you mean, Catherine?"

"Well Millie really couldn't be Skippy's master like
she needed to be so she became more of his bitch. She
is staying with Skippy in his kennel and I am taking
care of both of them." exclained Catherine. Hearing
that I broke down and started to bawl at Catherine's
feet.

"What! What are you talking about, Catherine? Be
serious. Where is Mildred?" I heard Beth's anxious
and incredulous voice over the phone obviously not
believing Catherine. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am serious, Beth. MILLIE is Skippy's bitch now.
She is living in the kennel with Skippy and both of
them are my pets. She is actually becoming quite a
good little doggy." I started to cry again.

"You can't be serious, Catherine. Is Mildred there?
Let me talk to her"

"Okay, Beth" replied Cathering smiling down at me.
Holding the phone to my head she said "Say hello to
your friend Beth, Millie"

Quietly I barked into the reciever.

"What? What was that? Mildred are you there?" I
heard Beth say. "Talk to me Mildred. What Catherine
said isn't true is it?"

"Louder Millie. I don't think your friend heard you."
Catherine ordered me.

"Woof"

"What!! Oh my God, I don't believe it! Mildred is that
really you? What are you doing?"

"Woof, bark." I replied. By now tears were running
fully down my cheeks and dripping on the floor. My
world was shattered and I had no one to blame but
myself. I felt my pussy twitch is excitement and that
made me hate myself even more.

What kind of person was I?

Catherine took back the phone and started talking to
Beth again. "See," she said, "I wasn't lying. She is
here right now on the floor at my feet. I just
finished giving her a bath and drying her up. I was
going to practice a few more of her tricks with her
before I put her back in the kennel with Skippy for
the night." She reached out between my legs and ran
her hand up my wet pussy.

"By the feel of things I would say Skippy is going to
have fun once he sees his bitch again. But then again
he usually does." Catherine chuckled while I held my
head in shame.

"What do you mean, Catherine? Are you forcing her to
do this? Surely you don't mean Skippy and Mildred
actually..."

"Sure they do. All of the time. I have never seen a
couple of dogs go at it so much. And Millie loves it.
And no I'm not forcing her. Millie
brought this on herself." Catherine went on to explain
the whole situation, how she had found Skippy and I
first jacking him off and then letting him dry hump
me. Soon Catherine hung up the phone but not before
Beth said that she was coming right over.

For the next hour I just lay on the living room floor
at Catherine's feet. She kept petting my head and
telling me that it was all right. My tears had
stopped and I just felt numb. But perversely enough I
could still feel my pussy dripping and my insides
tighten with anticipation at Beth seeing me like this.

Soon I heard a car pull up the driveway.

When the door bell rang Catherine got up to answer it.
I just continued to lay down dreading what was going
to happen. Would Beth leave in disgust? Would she
hate me? Why oh why was I doing this? I knew that I
could get up and walk away any time but I just could
not bring myself to do it.

Before I knew it Catherine and Beth walked into the
room. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Beth when she saw me. I
got on all fours and faced her bracing myself for the
onslaught.

"I can't believe it. She's actually acting like a
dog!"

"Yes and she's pretty good at it too." answered
Catherine. Beth stared at me for the longest time, a
look of disbelief on her pretty face. I cringed
waiting for her to express her disgust but didn't
move.

Finally Beth spoke.

"So Catherine," she said quietly a vicious look
appearing in her eyes, "um.......well.......what kind of
tricks have you taught her?"

Both Catherine and I looked at her startled. I think
we had both expected her to be outraged, not curious.

"Well, the usual dog tricks, fetch, roll over. You
know the usual thing." said Catherine slowly.

"I want to see...." Beth said forcefully.

So outside we went where Catherine had me perform my
tricks for Beth. Fetching, rolling over, playing dead,
speaking, shaking my paws. Catherine had me do them
all. When we were done me face was red from
embarrent but my cunt juices were trickling down
my legs. I knew I was close to an orgasm.

"To tell you the truth Beth," Catherine said, "I'm a
little bit surprised at your reaction."

"Are you nuts, Catherine!" gushed Beth, "do you
realize what a power trip it is to have someone
totally humiliate themselves in front of you like
this?! Expecially a friend. And I can see that she
enjoys it. I mean look at the juices running down her
legs. You can smell her excitement from here! I want
to totally humiliate her and see how far I can get her
to degrade herself."

Hearing these words my pussy spasmed and an orgasm
shook through my body. Catherine and Beth noticed and
began to laugh which started a second and third earth
shattering climax. Soon I was quivering at their feet
as my body rocked from waves of pleasure.

When I came too, the two women were looking down at
me.

"Well I would say she likes it wouldn't you
Catherine?" asked Beth.

"It certainly looks that way." replied Catherine
smirking down at me.

"What do you think, Mildred, oops, excuse me, Millie?
Do you like this?"

Quietly I barked an alffirmative. I still don't know
why. It humiliated me even further to openly admit it
to these two ladies but for some reason I felt I had
to be honest and answer truthfullly.

"Do you want to stay with Catherine and continue being
Skippy's bitch, Millie?" Beth asked seriously.

I looked up at both women and knew the decision was up
to me. I could get up and leave or I could answer
yes. If I left I could stand up and walk out of here a
real person again. I could forget about this whole
sorid incident and try to regain my dignity again.

If I decided to stay though I knew that it would be as
Skippy's bitch, living in the kennel acting like a dog
indefinately. Beth and Catherine would be my
mistresses and how knew what more humiliations they
would pile on me. I hardly even thought about it.
Another orgasm came over my as I barked my desire.

The days were pretty much the same as the first few,
except I never got used to the pure ugly humiliation
of having someone see me like this. Catherine
continued to feed me and bath me and generally treat
me just like another dog but in the evening Beth would
come over and visit. When she did my feelings of
shame and humiliation would rise and rise.

It probably had something to do with the fact that she
used to be my best friend but she also thought of new
and more degrading ways for me to humiliate myself
before her.

My stomach always tightened in fear and anticipation
whenever I saw her coming towards the kennel but then
again,

I never climaxed quite as powerfully as I did as
when she was around and giggled over my being....

Skippy's bitch.

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Heat [ MF, cons, light bond, outdoors ]
(C) 1994
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson)

Even the ever present mosquitoes were silent. The sun beat down
relentlessly. Mist slowly rose from the still pond; the branches
of the surrounding glades had not even a hint of movement. The
crystal blue of the sky above only broken by the blazing ball of
heat.

She gazed out the window, glad for the relief of the air
conditioning. She could hear the whine of the cicadas as they
called out in protest in the overpowering heat. Elvis singing
his Memphis blues softly behind her. She slowly ran her fingers
through her hair and sighed. She didn't really want to go out.
But she needed to.

As she stepped out onto the rough wooden porch, the whine of the
insects sharpened. Immediately, sweat sprang to the surface of
her exposed body. She had dropped her clothing at the window as
though it were simply a burden. She reveled in the heat; let
herself loose to the sensations. The rough boards under her bare
soles. The oppressive heat soaking into her flesh. The smell of
the pond, the grass, the glades. She shook her hair free and
stepped through the screened doorway and descended the steps to
the manicured grass below. She felt free, like a child. She had
shed her clothes, the comfort of the house; she wanted her
freedom. The blades of grass beneath her feet, the humidity in
the hot air. She took a deep breath and ran beneath the boughs
of the glades along the lawn towards the pond laughing at her
freedom, arms outstretched, legs pumping.

As she paused by the dock, she marveled at the simplicity of it.
The heat, the stillness, the smell of summer. She lightly
stepped onto the boards of the dock, and her splash broke the
still of the afternoon. She dove long under the water, breaking
the surface with a gasp. She floated, her hair fanned out in the
quiet clear water. Cool. Refreshing. Clean. Looking up, she saw
him. Casually walking down from the side of the house, watching
her with a small smile on his face. She smiled back to him, and
stroked towards the deck. She climbed out and stretched out on
the dock letting the sun dry her body. She waiting for him.

He knelt down on the dock by her head. His eyes roamed up her
body; her face and body wet and heaving with her exertion.
Finally his eyes rested on her face. She had not asked him, but
he knew as soon as he had seen her running to the pond. He was
prepared for her question.

As she started to speak, he pressed his finger gently to her
lips. He raised his eyebrows and merely asked, "How long?" She
whispered, only an hour or two if he would bring her water and
check on her. He nodded.

She rolled over onto her stomach, feeling the roughness of the
dock beneath her bare breasts and thighs. Raised herself to her
hands and knees, finally rising to her bare feet. They walked
hand in hand towards the nearest cypress. It was a large tree,
its branches forming a canopy, a shield from the overpowering
sun. As they reached it, she sank to her knees on the grass. The
shade of the huge tree gave only partial relief from the heat.
The grass felt warm under her calves. She held her hands up as
if in supplication and her eyes lowered to the green grass.

"You sure?" he asked. She nodded.

Prepared, he produced some rough cord from his back pocket and
wrapped her wrists gently in the cords. She tested the bonds,
realizing that they would not slip. She shivered despite the
overpowering heat. She stood up, allowing him to attach her
wrists to a perfect branch just above her head. Knowing she
would be needing some water soon, he turned to go. She called
him softly. Murmured that she would like her feet done too.
Shaking his head, he knelt and quickly lashed her bare ankles
together. Not too tight, for she wanted to stay there for a
while. She tested the new bonds by pulling at her feet. She
wasn't going anywhere real fast.

This time as he turned to go, she let him. She tested the bonds
until he returned with a glass of water with ice. He ran the
glass over her forehead, cooling her. Smiling, he lowered the
glass, and ran the cold surface over her bare breasts and
nipples. Crying out softly, she tried to twist away. Unable to
twist far enough to escape him, her breath hitched as he only
teased her with the icy touch and brought the rim of the glass
to her lips. She drank quickly. The tip of her tongue emerged
and deliberately licked the remaining water from her lips.

He sat on the grass beside her and realized the simple beauty of
the day. The stillness, the heat. He could see why she was out
here but he would never fully understand her. What did she get
out of this? Tied to a tree, on a day like this? He shook his
head. Strange. But it made her happy. He knew he loved her. He
would do anything for her.

He stood and walked over to her. Taking her head gently in his
hands, he kissed her on the lips. She responded feeling the
roughness of his clothing on her bare skin. The feeling of
control, despite not being able to move her arms and legs, was
strangely reassuring. He broke the kiss and slowly turned away.
She wanted more, but was unwilling to break the still to ask for
it. Unable to follow, she turned her head to watch him return to
the house.

She relaxed in her bonds. Her sensations tuned to everything
around her. If she really strained she could even hear Elvis
from the house through the steady drone of the cicadas. Maybe he
had turned up the stereo a little. The frogs whined in the still
air. She could smell the water so close. She could nearly feel
the water rising up on her naked body as she imagined the
freedom of swimming. She couldn't return to the pond, but she
didn't regret it. Peace washed over her as she closed her eyes
and waited.

She didn't remember sleeping, but she remembered dreams of far
off lands and heat. Heat. The day had gotten even warmer. She
was glad she had chosen a prison in the shade. She needed a
sunburn like she needed another commitment. She heard the screen
door close and heard footsteps coming down from the house. She
turned her head and watched as he moved across the lawn carrying
two glasses of iced tea. She pulled weakly at her ropes to
relieve a cramp. He set the glasses on the grass and slowly ran
his hands down her back. Gently kneading out the stiffness and
soreness of staying in the same position so long. His hands
strayed around front, gently brushing her bare breasts and
lightly stroking the nipples. She felt herself responding
immediately to the touch, lightly gasping. His hands strayed
down her front tickling her stomach. And lightly stroking
between her legs. She wished that she could return the favour,
but she wasn't about to allow herself to be released yet. She
got these ropes so seldom, that she just had to enjoy it while
she could.

His hands left her, leaving her flustered and sweating even
more. He raised the glass to her lips, insisting that she drink.
She sipped the tea gratefully; she had no idea that she was as
thirsty as she was. He kissed her again. Pulled back and looked
into her pretty face. "Sure you don't want out?" She shook her
head and pulled at her wrists, frustrated at her inability to
reach him. He turned away once more, retiring to the house to
watch her from the window. She might enjoy the sensations of the
bondage, but there was no way in hell, that he was going to
leave her alone out here. Naked, vulnerable. He could be at her
side in seconds if required. But she knew her limits, her
desires. She wouldn't need him.

She just wanted to be alone. With herself. To where she
retreated while she was out there, was beyond his comprehension.
All he knew was that she needed it. She needed this once in a
while, as an addict needs his fix. As the bird needs its nest.
As everyone needs someone to love. She stood quietly, at peace.
He envied her that and wished it was as simple for himself. Did
she love him? As he loved her? He wasn't sure.

She was lost again. She wasn't tied to the large cypress any
longer. She was free. Exploring herself, her thoughts, her
being. She didn't quite understand this facet of her life. She
knew that he couldn�t hope to understand. But at least he didn't
look at her like a leper when she had first explained this
aspect of her life. This was her escape. She knew that it wasn't
wrong. She lost herself again into her dreams.

This time, he had to wake her. She pulled herself up using the
cords on her wrists. She grimaced a bit at the pain in her
hands. They had fallen asleep. He pressed a glass of cool water
to her lips. When she was finished, he knelt down and released
her ankles from their prison. She realized the freedom and shook
out each leg until the circulation was fully restored to her
bare feet. Her reached up and released her wrists from the
branch. Almost a ritual, she knelt in the grass and offered her
hands up to him, eyes downcast. He quickly removed the cord from
about her wrists and kissed the back of her hands. She rose to
her feet and shook her hands out restoring their circulation as
she had for her feet. She cried out softly as the pins and
needles attacked her hands. Hearing the cry and sympathizing
with the pain, he wrapped his arm about her shoulders and held
her. She murmured something that he couldn't quite hear.

After the pain had subsided, they silently joined hands and
walked slowly back towards the house. She turned halfway and
gazed down to her prison where she had been standing for hours.
She could hardly believe that she had done it again. But she
felt relaxed now. In control. Herself again.

She sat her bare bottom on the grass, pulling at his hand to
join her. She looked up into the sky and realized that it was
getting darker. The afternoon had turned to early evening. They
sat together, her nude, him clothed and watched the sky turn
colour. She looked into his eyes realizing that the sun was
still setting there, too. Tears began to fall gently from her
eyes. Concerned he touched her face brushing the tears from her
cheeks. He held her, not fully understanding her but knowing
that she needed it.

"I love you," she whispered from in his arms. And everything was
all right.