I love to drive fast in my red Trans Am and the traffic was
getting heavier in the left
lane from those drivers who won’t get over once they’ve passed. Two
motorclyclists were ahead of me going at a good clip. I noticed one
in an orange Harley Davidson sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off
at the shoulders
revealing nice tanned, muscular arms and no tattoos.
He was smiling at his buddy and
they both gave this feeling, `Ain’t this a kick!’ They were about to
pass a car towing boat when a Saab wanted to pass so the orange shirted
guy motioned him to go ahead. What a nice guy.

We all got passed the car/boat, then the Saab and the
motorcyclists moved over in the right lane and I passed. As I passed I
gave them a big smile and orange shirt smiled back. Some guy in a red
Porsche was desperate to pass me even at 85 so I pulled in front of the
motorcycles. Orange shirt was still smiling at me. We got locked in
this position for a while as the traffic streamed by. Then I pulled
out and went a little faster, they kept up for a short time and then I
had the urge to move on, so I gave a thumbs up and took off.

My favorite `half-way’ motel wasn’t far off and as I was checking in,
who should walk in but Mr. Orange shirt. He had his helmet off
revealing curly blond hair and without his glasses he had perfect beach
boy blue eyes. As I finished checking in I asked the clerk
how late the pool was
open and when I got my answer I said, “Great, I can’t
wait to get in.”

I got to my room and quickly changed into my fuschia suit; a one piece
but a great one piece. Low in the front and high in the legs. I
clicked down to the pool and threw my stuff on a lounge chair. I dipped a toe
to test the water; just right, and dove in. I swam under water, did a
couple of laps and got out of the pool. As I walked back to my chair,
there was orange shirt on the other side of the little table.

He smiled and said, “Hi, how’s the water?”

I smiled back and repled, “It’s great, pefect temperature, really
refreshing.”

He said, “Just what I need after a hard drive.” Continuing he asked,
“Do you drive a red Trans Am?”

“Yes”

“Did you pass me on the highway?”

I smiled and nodded and said, “I just love to drive fast”.

“I thought I recognized these sunglasses. Well, after trying to keep up
with you, I think I need a swim.”

I watched him strip off his orange shirt and dive in. As he did
the breaststroke and a couple of dives I couldn’t help appreciating
his firm ass. I settled back and closed my eyes and started fantasizing
about that ass pumping into me. The background noise was
that `white noise’. Kids laughing and water splashing. So relaxing.

Some water was splashed all over me and I sat up startled.
“Sorry!” said orange
shirt. “I got carried away shaking the water out of my hair.” I
looked up at his great hair and my eyes traveled slowly down to his
sensuous lips, nice pecs and medium chest hair then down to the fine line
of hair on his belly that when wet always
seems to point to the pelvic region. My eyes continued to travel
downward and I unconsciously licked my lips as I saw water dripping from the
bulge in his suit.

“No problem, really. I shouldn’t go to sleep yet.”

He said he was going to get a beer and asked me if I wanted anything. I
requested a diet soda.

When he returned we talked about the weather and what we had done that
week end. I had just been to a relative’s wedding in my hometown. He had
been the Best Man in a wedding close to the town
where I had been. We
played `Do you know?’ and found a couple of connections. “By the
way,” orange shirt said, “My name is Paul.” “Oh, mine is Darcy,” and we
shook hands. His fingers were a nice length and thick but not massive
and I noticed his clean fingernails.

Since this was an outside pool, we could actually watch the sunset and
were admiring the colors when a freaky thing happened. Just as Paul was
setting his beer bottle on the table a beach ball hit his hand
forcing the bottle to hit hard on the glass table top which broke. A piece of
the table flew up and cut the side of his hand. The parents of the kids
playing and the pool attendant came over, but Paul played it down and
everyone went away.

We continued talking and I asked where his buddy was. He told me that
his friend had gone on to his destination. I looked at his hand again
and it was still bleeding. I got up and knelt in front of him taking
his hand. This gave him a very clear view down the front of my suit and
revealed a lot of cleavage. At the same time I got a very good view of
his accoutrements in his blue speedos.

Looking directly into his blue eyes I said softly, “Look, I have
band aids in my room. I really think we should put one on your hand.”

As he gazed back into my emerald green eyes he said, “Maybe we should.”

I gathered my things and led the way to my room.

Once we got to the room. I went to my overnight bag and said, “I know
you’re going to laugh, but my friends used to call me Darcy Nurse
because I always carried band aids. In fact I put band aids on paper
cuts”. He did laugh.

I walked over and picked up his hand. “Maybe you should sit down
here” and I pointed to the bed. I happened to have alcohol and a
cotton ball, so I swabbed his hand and carefully put on the band aid.

My left strap slipped off of my shoulder and was revealing all of my
breast except for my nipple as I worked on his hand. With our wet suits
the air conditioning in the room was making my nipples hard
and Paul was gazing intently at them.

I finished. “There”.

Paul stood up and said, “Well, how can I thank you?”

I smiled and said, “No trouble, really.”

We looked at each other and suddenly he was kissing me. His hand gently
grabbed my long hair and his other hand circled my waist. Then his hand
was at the back of my head and his other hand moved the left side of my
suit down
completely and he was cupping my breast. Then he pulled the top of my suit
down to my waist,
cupping my grapefruit sized breasts. He started kissing my neck and
worked his way down licking and kissing. “Perfect” he murmured,
“Just the kind I love to lick, suck and fuck.” My hands were in his
hair, my fingers entwined in the curls. He pulled my suit on down and
all of the way off.
“Ah, a true blond with hips to hang on to.” He came back up and
started frenching my ear. Chills were running through my body and not
from the air conditioning. My hands were at the band of his speedos and
pulling down. They were wet and were giving me a
hard time, but I managed. As I tugged I ran my tongue over his nipples,
chest and stomach and released his erect cock. (I loved to watch it spring out)
“Mmm,” I said, “Perfect for fucking, licking, and sucking.”
“In that order?” “Not necessarily.” I noticed his cock extended far above
the tan line of his speedos. I took his cock in my mouth tonguing
to tease and watched his stomach muscles quiver.

We kissed deeply with his hands rubbing and squeezing my buns.
My tongue and lips were busy with his nipples.
Slowly carressing my sides with his thumbs teasing my nipples and his
tongue in my ear, he turned me around and sat me on the edge of the
bed. He knelt in front of me and tongued down to my nipples. Cupping
and bouncing them he started licking and sucking. His hand found it’s
way between my legs which instantly parted. My hands were busy
with his neck, ears and nipples. Then he pushed my shoulders back on
the bed and bent my legs up. He stuck his middle finger in my hot, waiting
cunt and rubbed his thumb on my clit.

Suddenly we heard noises outside and realized we hadn’t locked the door.
He got up and deadbolted and chained the door. He and his cock bounced
back to the bed where I was still in position with legs apart. He
looked down at me and said, “You’re very wet and I’m going to make you
much wetter. When you come, do you scream?”

I just smiled and said, “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

He knelt down and pushing my outer lips apart he dove into my pussy.
Licking and sucking he pushed his index finger into my ass. I was breathing
hard and my hips started bucking. Then he stopped, smiled and whispered, “I
really want to hear you scream.” He pulled me back to a sitting
position and started licking and sucking my tits. His hands were
everywhere. I reached down and gently ran my fingers over his steel pole
playing with the head. I started gently pumping. He pulled out of my
grasp and pushed my shoulders back on the bed and again dove for my pussy.
Wrapping his arms around my legs he licked and sucked, lapping my
juices. My breath was coming fast and so was I as my hips rolled. I
begged him not to stop and I came . . . screaming.

He continued to lap my
juices until my shudders stopped and then he grabbed me by the waist and
turned me over on my hands and knees with my ass in the air and he entered
me from behind. He started slowly ramming his thick cock into my wet pussy
and making wonderful squishy noises. He held onto my hips and slowly
rammed again and again deeper each time. “You are so hot and juicy.
Does this feel good, Darcy?” “MMMM, yes.”
Then he reached forward, holding on to my
hanging tits and fucked me fast. “Oh, baby, this is great.” he
gasped. I thought before was fast but he let go of my boobs and rammed
at lightening speed and my chest fell onto the bed as he grasped my hips
and fucked even harder. He slowed down and parted my ass cheeks rubbing
his thumbs in my ass. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come.” and he wrapped his
arms around my waist, reaching down fingered my clit and fucked me harder
spilling his jism and as he
squirted into me I came again. He slowed his pumping but continued as I
finished my orgasm. We fell onto the bed panting.

“I like the way you thanked me,” I said with a big smile.

“Well, there’s more where that came from and I think your tongue feels
quite talented, hmm?” he questioned. Rubbing the palm of his hand across my
nipples he said, “Want some more?”

He kissed me deeply with his hands exploring and his dick started
to rise as I rolled over on top of him. Straddling his chest I played
with his hair, kissing each eyelid. With the tip of my tongue I
outlined his ear and we kissed again with our probing tongues. I moved
down his chest and swayed my tits from side to side rubbing my
nipples against his nipples. His
hands were never still on my body; his hands were on my tits or his
fingers in my twat. I kept going lower kissing and licking. I stayed
with his nipples for a while, tonguing, sucking and gently tugging with my
teeth. My hands
were playing with his thighs starting from the knees and caressing up
and I lightly touched his balls. Then I caressed around his balls and
stomach and everytime I circled down to his balls I would cup them for a
second. I paused, reaching for the lotion on the
nightstand and started rubbing it on my boobs. Paul insisted on
helping, although he put more into tweaking my nipples as I rubbed in the
lotion. Then I surprised him and swallowed his pulsing cock in one
gulp and came up and tongued and sucked just his head running my tongue
around the rim. I swallowed him whole a few times sucking hard and
then stopped. I moved up beside him and told him to hover over me
because he was going to fuck my boobs and my mouth and he grinned from
ear to ear. I pushed my boobs together and he shoved his cock through
my tits to my mouth where I sucked and licked as he humped.

“Oh, god,” he gasped, “I’m coming!” With one final thrust into my
mouth his cum started squirting
into my waiting mouth. I caught what I could and the rest went down my
neck. I licked the remainder off of his prick.

He stopped humping and rolled over on his back with his hand resting on
my bush.

“Let’s take a bubble bath,” I suggested.

I ran into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature pouring my
favorite bath jel in. As I bent over he came up behind and reached
between my legs playing with my lips moving his fingers to my ever
receptive hole.

“Just wait a minute” I giggled and stepped in taking his hand.

“These are the rules,” I said mock serious. “I’m going to give you a
bath and you must not touch me while I bathe you.”

I took the wash cloth and washed his face and neck, then I took my
herbal soap and sudsed it in my hands as I rubbed up his arms and across
his chest. As I straddled him to get to his back he took advantage of
the situation and fingered my twat and grabbed a nipple in his mouth,
but I pulled back and told him, “No fair”. I got a lather again as I
bent his legs up and played with his toes, slowly rubbing up his legs as
he straightened them. I took the washcloth and filled it with water
and dripped it all over the soapy parts. Then I lathered my hands again
and rubbed his nipples pinching and scratching with my fingernails. I used the
washcloth again to rinse his chest. Then I lathered my hands and soaped
his stomach making circular motions down to the fun parts. I gently
soaped his balls and his trusty dick was definitely hard as my hand
soaped it. I continued to soap it up and down its length looking into his
eyes and running my tongue over my teeth and lips. His hands automatically
reached for my tits and he squeezed. I gently shook my head, smiling,
licking my teeth. My hand slipped under his ass and I traced his anus with my
fingers and then rotated my middle finger in rubbing his balls with my
thumb. He groaned and closed his
eyes. “I think you’re clean now,” I said and stopped.

He raised up with a leer in his eyes and said, “Oh, it’s your turn now.”

We switched positions in the bathtup. He lathered his hands and
bending my legs to my chest he started with my toes. As he rinsed them
off he sucked them and he lathered up my legs to the tops of my
thighs never touching my pussy.
Then he lathered my neck and arms and reached behind to my back. I
couldn’t resist licking his swinging balls and cock, but he didn’t seem
to mind. He rinsed off my arms and
neck and sucked my fingers. Then he lathered his hands and started on
my boobs circling and circling never touching my nipples. He moved down
and lathered my stomach and then my pubic hair. He soaped and
rubbed but didn’t touch my pussy. “I’m going to make you beg,” he whispered.
He rinsed my boobs and stomach and drenched my bush with water again and
again. The warm water trickled down my slit making me catch my breath.
Then he licked my nipples and sucked until my pussy was aching
for attention. “Please!” I begged. He stuck his thumb in my pussy
and his index finger in my ass and moved them around. Smiling he said,
“I think we should towel off, don’t you?”

The water was dripping from his balls and I knelt down and licked them
dry.

He cupped my breasts and licked off the droplets there.
Then he sat down on the edge of the tub and bent me over away from him
while he licked my pussy and dragged his tongue across my anus. “Go
lie down on the bed with legs apart, your knees up and your pussy waiting.”

He followed me in lightly smacking my bare ass and he watched as I
layed down and gazed at my cunt. He started licking my tits and sucking
then he kissed me on the lips and raised up looking at me and said,
“Now I`m going to watch” and he guided my hand down to my pussy and
his fingers rubbed as I started to rub. He sucked on my tits for a very
short time and then got off of the bed and sat in the chair watching.

I continued to rub, closing my eyes, sticking my middle finger in my
pussy and rocking my hips.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” he commanded.

I looked at him and his lids were lowered in a lustful gaze.

“Stop,” he said, “Your cunt looks nice and juicy, I think you need a cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Tell me exactly what you want or you won’t get it.”

“I want your cock.”

“Where?”

“In my pussy.”

“Where?”

“In my cunt.”

“Describe it.”

“My hot, juicy cunt.”

He walked over to the bed and rammed his middle finger into my throbbing
pussy thumbing my clit. Then said, “Feel my cock.”

He knelt over my head and my mouth opened to receive his dick. I licked
the precum off the tip and my tongue circled the head, then I swallowed
his dick. He pulled out.

“Now describe my cock.”

“Big, hard cock.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Where?”

“Fuck me with your big, hard cock in my hot, juicy cunt.”

He knelt over me and and took the head circling my pussy just barely
putting it in.

“Please,” I begged, “Fuck me.”

“How, baby?”

“Please, fuck my hot, juicy cunt with your big, hard cock. Please,
please fuck me, fuck me.”

“Tell me again.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please.”

Slowly he stroked in and took it out.

“Look at my cock.”

It was so hard and glistening with my juices.

I licked my lips and whispered, “Fuck me, please.”

Ever so slowly he stroked in rotating his hips as my hips rose to meet
him. I bit my lips and whimpered. He pulled out, then rammed his rock
hard cock into my pussy pushing my legs into my chest. He pumped and
pumped and my hips slammed up as he slowed and circled, his cock slipped
out and rammed into my welcoming cunt with increasing tempo faster and faster.
I screamed and screamed as my orgasm shook my body. “Oh, god!” he yelled
as he shot his jism and we continued humping until we both stopped shaking.

Slowly he rolled off onto his back and we layed there panting. My
thighs were shaking as I lowered them. We both rolled on
our sides facing each other. He reached over and pushed my hair back
from my face as we kissed, our legs entwined and we fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke first and was in the shower washing my hair
when I felt a hand on each boob and a hard cock rubbing my ass. I
turned my back to the spray to get the shampoo out of my hair and as I
bent back he gently pulled my hair bending me back further and he
leaned forward to suck my nipples.

“Good morning!” I gasped out.

“Mmmmm” he mumbled still sucking my tit.

“Here,” he offered, “Let me wash your back.”

I turned my back to him and he took the bar of soap and started rubbing and
sliding it down my back. As he slid the bar of soap around he started on my
belly and moved up to my boob circling around and then down where he
soaped my bush. The bar dropped out of his hands as he started playing
with my inner lips and strumming my clit. Then he asked me to get the
soap and as I bent over I felt his cock head pushing into my pussy.
He wrapped his arms
around my waist pulling me onto his pole and reached down flicking my clit.

I started with his back
kneeling down and sucking his ass cheeks while reaching through his legs
and fondling his balls. I stood up
and pressed my boobs against his back as I soaped his chest and stomach.
I moved around in front of him to work on his balls and rinsing them
with water I started licking them working my way up his shaft. My
tongue circled around his cock and I played with the head, then
swallowed him whole as my hands reached around his tight buns for
support.

I stopped and said, “I’ve GOT to get dressed.” and jumped out of the
shower.

As I was leaning over wrapping my hair in a towel I felt a familiar
pressure working its way into my pussy. Struggling to stand up I said,
“Getting dressed is going to take some time, isn’t it?”

Paul nodded and smiled.

Facing the full length mirror I was putting moisturizer on my face when
his hands cupped my tits from behind. He dropped his hands to my legs
parting them and he slipped his cock between and rubbed it back and
forth stimulating my pussy. His hands moved back to my tits and he
looked over my shoulder at the two of us in the mirror. Undulating his
hips his cock kept rubbing my outer lips and would peak out of my bush.
Watching in the mirror doubled the fun.

“I think we should move to the bed, don’t you?” he said.

I nodded my head in agreement looking into his eyes in the mirror and we
walked to the bed together. He sat me down on the edge and knelt in
front of me as he pressed my legs apart. With his fingers he parted my
outer lips and pointing his tongue he traced my inner lips over and
over. Once in a while he stuck his tongue in my pussy and then would
dog lick my whole pussy. Even though I was on the verge, I didn’t want to
come that way. I sat up and and pulled him on top of me, then rolled over
straddling him. I licked and sucked his nipples and licked the water
out of his bellybutton as I worked my way to his cock. Slowly I tongued
his head then I took his whole cock in my mouth sucking and feathering
the length with my tongue over and over. I could tell he was on the verge
when I cupped his balls. He sat up and grabbed my wrists and said, “I
want to fuck you.” I moved up and slowly lowered myself over his rock hard,
quivering cock. Paul jammed his cock in all the way and my eyes closed as
my pussy ate up his thickness. I leaned forward with my hands on either side
of him to brace myself and started circling my hips. His hips started
bucking up to meet mine and he reached forward to clasp my tits as our
hips slammed together. Looking into each other’s eyes he licked his
lips and said, “You are a great fuck.” I answered, “Your cock is
where it belongs.” He rammed even harder and I bit my lip never looking
away from his eyes. We increased our speed and he gasped as he squirted his
hot seed into my cunt I moaned and pressed my hips down hard onto his
still pumping cock while my orgasm finished.

Slowly I climbed off and he cradled me in his arms. Leaning over me we
kissed deeply our tongues searching. “This has been the best time I’ve
ever stayed in this motel,” he said while his hand gently circled my
boobs. His hand strayed down to my bush and he gently slipped two
fingers in while we kissed again. My hand reached for his stiffening
cock and encircled it. His thumb started flicking my clit
and I closed my legs forcing his hand out. “I have to get on the
road,” I said reluctantly.

“Look,” he said, “I’ll go to my room, then check out and I’ll meet
you back here, okay?”

I watched as he put on his speedos slipping his pleasure tool out of
sight. I involuntarily sighed and licked my lips. He came over and
kissed me again pressing himself against me and rubbing my ass.

“I won’t be long,” he promised as he walked out the door.

I finished dressing and packing and was just snapping my suitcase shut
when he knocked on the door. He was twirling his sunglasses in one hand
as he walked back in the room and threw them on the bed.
As I shut the door he hugged me tightly
backing me against the door. He kissed me deeply and as his arm went
around the back of my head he reached up under my shortie blouse and
released my boobs from my bra. “No, no,” I mumbled in his mouth. The
same hand rubbed its way down under the elastic band of the shorts and
knowing fingers found their way to my pussy through my panties. Vainly
I struggled as his insistent fingers pushed the fabric aside to slip
inside and caress my inner lips. With his fingers working their magic
he stopped kissing long enough to say, “Darcy, I’ve got to fuck your sweet
pussy just one more time.” I was beyond arguing and my hands reached
under his shirt and rubbed his chest moving down to his jeans. I undid
the snap and unzipped him. Then I reached inside his shorts where I
grasped his stiff dick and started pumping him. He let go of my pussy
long enough to push my shorts and panties completely off. Then he put
his hands under my hips and pushed me against the door. My legs circled
his waist and he drove his rock hard tool home. He humped me against
the door and with his prick in my pussy place carried me to the desk. He
moved my legs to his shoulders and then we both made a panting, intense finish.

“Darcy, Darcy, the things you force me to do,” he said as he zipped
and I dressed.

“Me! Now just a minute. I didn’t climb in your pants on sight” I
replied. “And I HAVE to go”.

“Okay, okay,” he said in mock apology. “I’ll take your bags to your
car while you check out. I’ll wait for you there.”

I met him after I checked out. His motorcycle was parked by my car and
looked like it had been there all night.
The helmet was on the seat of the bike and he had his glasses on. He
smiled as I walked over.

I said, “Well, it’s really been nice” and I stuck out my hand to
shake.

He laughed and gently grabbed me kissing me. His hand snuck down the
back of my shorts and his fingers found my pussy again and slipped into
my hole.

“Wait a minute, Paul” I said trying to jerk out of his grasp.

“Darcy, I just want to remember you,” he said sheepishly. He grinned
back at me and rubbed his fingers across his nose.
“Listen, I have an idea. Where are you stopping for lunch?”

“I don’t really have plans to stop. Why?”

“Well, I know a really great place we could have a special lunch. It’s
by a lake and since it’s a week day I think it will be fairly quiet, if
not deserted,” and he winked.

I looked at him skeptically (let’s not make him too sure of himself)
and said, “Maybe”.

“Okay, great,” he said undaunted and proceeded to give me directions
to get off at a certain exit and on from there. “Just stop and get
the food you want and I’ll do the same and we’ll meet at the lake, okay?”

“Maybe.”

We kissed again and his hands roamed to my buns. I got in my car
and he shut the door for me. I rolled the window down and he reached in
to kiss me and his hand stole up my top and squeezed a tit and
then down my shorts again before I could stop him.

He put on his helmet and got on his bike. I watched his crotch as he swung
his leg over and noticed he was hard. I couldn’t pass up this lunch.
No way.

He got on the highway before me and as I passed him I blew him a kiss
and he pointed to his cock. I knew he was still hard. I was definitely
looking forward to an satisfying lunch.

Her body is at right angles to mine. I can’t see what she is doing, but I can
feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my leg. Hovering over my penis,
she gingerly touches it with her fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the
underside. My penis lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to
her attention.

She once told me how curious it was that something so small and soft could
become something so large and hard. And how she delighted in holding and
sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow in her hand and mouth.

She continues her inspection – lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling
for the bumps and ridges that give her such pleasure. Moving closer, she
places a gentle kiss on the head and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my
concentration to prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again
and follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues to fondle
and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond with the beginning of an
erection.

She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the head in her
mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock grows steadily. At this
early stage she can get the whole thing in her mouth. She rolls me around her
mouth, licking with her tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and
rapidly fills the available space, pushing against the back of her mouth and
beyond the ability of her lips to contain me.

With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position under the
sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once comfortable, she begins sliding
her lips up and down my shaft. Surely she must realize I am awake, but she
continues to concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips,
she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl
her tongue around the head.

Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins licking and
kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top of my shaft and slides her
tongue along the underside, matching her tongue strokes with her hand.
Cradling my cock in her hand, she closes her lips around me; running along the
length of my cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around the
stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips.

Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown and dives on my
erection to maintain its firmness. The action of her lips, mouth, and tongue
now have my full attention and I can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my
hips upward into her grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push
back the sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth.

She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues stroking. “Good
morning” she says. “Did I wake you?”

I don’t bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my hands down her
back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness of her cheeks and dip my
fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path established
by her body, I arrive at my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon
feeling my fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access.

Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get at her, raising
her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, staring me in the eye, is her
treasure chest. I gently pull her down onto my face and open the lid with my
tongue. I begin licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure
within.

Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at her. She
presses her body down onto my face and I dip even farther into her. She
returns her mouth to my prick and we engage in some mutual munching in the
morning.

I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to bring her to a
level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates her hips on my face and mouth
to direct my attention to the appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she
responds by gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand.

I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently squeezing, fondling,
and rolling their fullness. I catch the nipples between my fingers and tease
them into erection. Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue
manipulating her breasts as I eat her.

She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her mouth and lips
to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I am going to get. Her hair
bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the
other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit.

She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her
sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the
pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an
opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and
pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As
she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding
me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our
lips and tongues meet.

Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an
adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths.
It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make
love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no
exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her
tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with
her lavalier.

Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm.
With each probing plunge she gets closer to the edge. Her sleeve grips my
shaft as she comes and her hips grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage
as the orgasm rolls through her body. She presses her loins tightly against
mine, pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of bliss
rockets through her entire body.

Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I continue plunging
into her. As the first climax begins to subside, I sense the beginnings of a
second and she pushes her pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into
a position which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each stroke,
her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again.

I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her quivering quim. I
pull her over onto her stomach and she raises onto her knees. I point my
pecker at her slit and press forward, sinking fully into her depths. With
each thrust I pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down
between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her clit.

Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool as we fuck.
Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide in and out of her. Her
fingers find her clit and she begins to aid my efforts for her third orgasm.
As her climax builds, she tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I
can feel the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her.

Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my own pleasure
release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for their launch and she gently
supports them as the rocket is loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet
of cum spurts into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her
over the edge and she comes again.

I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into her container.
She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling prick into her mouth and
begins licking and sucking. Her action keeps me hard and I maintain a useful
erection. She rolls me onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock
resuscitation.

Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a leg over my
midsection, slips into the saddle and begins riding. She starts with a gentle
trot, rocking back and forth on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside
her. She places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to increase
the feeling on her clit.

Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces away from me. As
she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along the shaft and another orgasm
builds. She reaches down and fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each
forward motion, the palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her
pleasure.

Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are fully
extended and press into my palms. She leans back but discovers this decreases
the intensity of our contact so she leans forward, supporting herself by
placing her hands on my knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along
my hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing her clit along
the underside of my cock, stimulating her and coaxing her climax.

I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she raises and lowers
her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as she rises up and push on my pole as
she descends. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our
earlier orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my cock
and foams as we fuck.

Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. The ride takes
her up and down and back and forth in the saddle. With each motion, she
presses her loins against mine in a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit,
going for another orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until
her climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she rides her
orgasm across the finish line.

Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and spreads herself
wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees with my elbows. My slippery cock
slides easily past her dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling
her well. My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies squish
together with each thrust.

I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. Lowering her legs, I
move up her body and place my prick on her chest. I gently cup her breasts,
pressing them around my cock, and begin thrusting back and forth between them.

As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She tilts her head
down, trying to capture my member on the forward strokes. I move closer and
continue fucking her breasts.

The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily between them. I
can now reach her open lips and she tongues the tip each time I approach. I
push fully forward and she closes her lips around the crown. She licks and
sucks greedily on me and I return to moving between her breasts.

I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her waiting mouth.
She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking all
the while. She grabs my ass and begins pushing and pulling me into her throat.
It is clear what she wishes me to do.

I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight down her throat.
With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth with my prick. An orgasm is
imminent now and my increased motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my
rod and begins stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the
other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at the crown of my
cock.

Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops eject onto her
waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me and sucks hard. She releases
her lips, but her hand continues coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with
my love juice and her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor.
She sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our copulation and
to attempt to retain my erection. This time she is not as successful.

I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips meet in
renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins are numb from this
encounter and we both seem totally satisfied – for the moment. Our bodies
continue to generate heat and I press my spent body into hers.

Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to kiss and cuddle.
The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light, but it pales in
comparison to the fire which burned between us just moments ago. In the
distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. The day has just begun!

some. Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his friends and colleagues,

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

“Well, he is a womanizer. He drinks too much…and, all in all, he is a bad

influence.”

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

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

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

Dianne in mock anger.

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

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

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

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

own sister.”

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

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

being under him.

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

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

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

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

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

colleagues?”

Lydia rolled her eyes as she chuckled at her colleague’s behavior. With her

innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup, she portrayed a natural beauty. Her deep

brown orbs reflected sympathy with their warm, enticing stare. She was an

optimist and felt everybody needed a fair chance to prove themselves. She hadn’t

officially met Dr. Jones, but she followed his work very closely. In her heart

and mind, she knew that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the

participants in this current childlike discussion. She sat listening to them like

it was just another form of entertainment without any merit whatsoever,

entertaining none the less. She, herself, had received her job because of her

father, General Frank Trent. The government-funded research, that the University

relied on, created a need to keep the relationship congenial between the two

institutions. Her parents had planned her whole life. Her only time of freedom

was in college, where she found her sexuality. Yet, due to her strict upbringing,

she denied herself happiness with her only true love, Kate McCormick. They were

buddies, who had met one fateful Saturday night in the TV lounge at their

dormitory keeping each other company while the rest of the campus partied until

dawn.

“And why are you laughing, Lydia? You should know as well as I do that good men

are hard to find,” stated Dianne, who had always thought of Lydia as an old maid

type. By the time she would get around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks

would be gone and she would be left high and dry. “Or low and wet,” Dianne

thought to herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.

She was horny as always.

“Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex life, I must

go to my class,” Lydia remarked absconding from the troubling chatter, which by

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

“She really should get out more often,” said Dianne nonchalantly, not noticing

the look of distaste on Janine’s face at the uncalled for jibing of her best

friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and walked back to

her office. Once inside, she sat down heavily in her chair. She couldn’t keep her

mind off Mac because her mind kept recalling the long sexy nights she had shared

with him. It was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred,

that enticed her and drove her to love him further. The gentle way he would kid

about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive language he used while

making love and the overall sexy way he looked at her with his large inquisitive

eyes, all made her melt like butter in her seat.

Soon the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and she began to

thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust. “A finger or two would

do,” she thought as she closed her eyes. She had plenty of time, until her first

lecture. Slowly, as if it moved on its own, her right hand crept down to pull up

her dress. One hand found a breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking

wet panties. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in contact

with her slick, feminine perfumed sex. Through her lust filled daze, she heard a

knock at the door.

Straightening herself up and rushing to the door with a professional face, she

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

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

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

Janine Sloane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I come at a bad time?”

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

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

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

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

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

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

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

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

attract,” she thought. There were no two other people who were SO as different

from one another as she and Mac. His idea of a romantic evening usually was a

brutal verbal battle of wits, followed by a passionate make up session. She never

had to beg anything from anyone before she met him, especially for sex. Never had

she been so willing to be subjugated by a male through her own desire – like she

allowed herself to be with Mac. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but he knew all

the right buttons to push to bring her down to a totally submissive level. For

awhile, she had thought it was just a phase she was going through, but it wasn’t.

He overwhelmed her. He personified the arrogant, self-confident bad boy while she

played the “goody two shoes” role as if they were cast in a cheesy romance novel.

She often pictured herself as the rich catholic schoolgirl, with Mac as the boy

from the other side of the tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to her office.

For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from Lydia’s office next to

hers. Apprehensively, she started to knock on the door, but before her knuckles

could rap on the big heavy door, she heard a conversation between Lydia and

presumably one of her students. It seemed a bit too early in the semester for

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

“I just can’t do it,” sobbed the faceless girl.

“Listen,” said Lydia’s voice. “Sometimes, you just have to find your priorities.

It will all work out.”

“How do you do it? I mean live with the knowledge you’re not like other girls?”

“Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is nothing

abnormal about me. It’s the people who would put me down for being different that

are abnormal. They have the problem and I don’t,” said Lydia, as she thought of

how much a hypocrite she was being. The poor girl needed advice though and damned

if she was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at that

age. “Once you find happiness you should hold onto it,” she thought, as Kate’s

last words echoed in her mind. Their last goodbye kiss had lasted for hours as

they lounged in bed memorizing each other’s body with their lips, tongue and

hands. She couldn’t forget the beautiful image of Kate’s long, raven hair

whipping side to side with each spasm of pleasure that she had given her. There

had been nothing like it in the world for her before and there probably never

would be again.

“You’re right, you know,” the girl said, as she blotted the tears from her face

with a soiled tissue.

The girl noticed the caring in the soft eyes looking at her. It was that

tenderness that led her back to reality. She felt a warmth as she gradually

calmed down to her normal happy self. It was so kind of the doctor to talk to her

and to let her in on her secret. They both shared something very special.

“Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte. And when you do, don’t let it slip

away.”

“Dr. Trent?” She asked. Her eyes pleaded for some sign of what to do next and she

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were…like me, but I

was wondering if you have ever?” she asked hoping the attractive older woman

would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned for, since she had first found

herself attracted to a woman. She ached to know what it would be like to kiss a

woman, let alone make love to one. If she was ever going to find out, then she

hoped it would be from a generous and sweet person like Dr. Trent.

“Dated another woman? Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,” Lydia stated

apprehensively, wondering if she should have mentioned her own sexual preferences

to the girl after she had found her crying after class.

“What was it like?”

“Well,” she paused, not sure of how to explain what it was like or even if she

could. Then, she wondered if it was her place as Charlotte’s professor even to

have this conversation with her and admitted: “It’s very special.”

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at Lydia with a

new look in her eyes. Lydia knew that look well. It was the same look she saw on

Kate’s the first night they professed their love for each other. It was a look

with a combination of love, respect, and lust. Whether or not Charlotte was in

love, or even somewhat attracted to Lydia, was hard to tell, but the chemistry

between Instructor and Student had changed.

“If you would like, you can call me anytime, if you like to talk about things,”

said Dianne, regretting it as soon as she spoke the words. She didn’t know what

she was doing. Something like this could cause her to lose her job. “What if the

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

“May I? Thank you! You are the only person I have to talk to about this.”

“Of course, you can, Charlotte. Nevertheless, let’s keep this conversation to

ourselves. I am not out. Out of the closet, that is. It could cause problems for

me.”

“No, don’t worry! I know what that is like.”

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling conversation. She

knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a husband, but had thought it

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

“And what are we up to Doctor?” asked an all too familiar voice.

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

What are you up to Mac?”

“I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet? How about

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

“Perhaps, but I am watching my weight,” she said, licking her lips unconsciously.

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but she had always had

trouble saying no to Mac. “I can handle having dinner with him,” she thought,

reassuring herself.

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving Lydia’s

office. The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all the boys falling at

her feet. It seemed ironic to Janine as she thought about Lydia and all the

signs, which she had missed, that now so clearly suggested she was bisexual if

not lesbian. It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way. She had always seemed so

calm, reserved, and rather asexual. Evidently, there was a lot more to her than

appearances suggested.

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with damp panties

and a caffeine rush. Too much caffeine gave her way too much energy, making her

bounce off the walls. She looked forward to meeting Mac privately to get to know

him better, so taking matters into her own hands she had put a note on his desk

asking him to drop by for a chat. Life had become boring in the past month or so.

Her summer had been filled with hot sex and companionship, but then Bill had

shipped off to southeast Asia somewhere. Of course, she polished his pistol for

him before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago. While she did

indulge in a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly

fucked in over a week.

Dianne once had thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured she

would probably screw all the members. She started to fantasize about all the

different kind of “members” that would be at a sex addicts meeting. “It would be

like a candy shop,” she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of

such tantalizing thoughts, as she started to go through her lecture notes for the

next day.

“Come on in,” she announced, after hearing the knock at the office door. She

licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth out her dress.

“Well, hello there, Doctor. How are the classes going?”

Mac just walked in and perched on the desk inside of Dianne’s office as they

exchanged pleasantries and informal hellos. He knew she was the complete opposite

of the women he usually went for, but she seemed all right. Her personality

needed some fine-tuning, yet she still had an excellent body. “Perhaps,” he

thought, “taking this job wasn’t that bad of an idea.” It had been getting a bit

uncomfortable at Berkeley after his countless rendezvous’ with half the female

student population. Sometimes, it was just easier to screw a student, rather than

be slapped with a sexual harassment suit from a fellow employee. The students

were much more liberal.

“So, I hope you don’t find this too bold, but would you like to have dinner

tonight? You know, a get to know the new guy dinner,” Dianne asked, hoping he

would answer in the affirmative, although she didn’t have a serious doubt that he

would.

“Dinner? I have…plans. How about a raincheck?”

“Oh, ok…sure…no problem,” she said smiling, but visibly taken aback.

“Well, I must get going. Lovely talking to you,” he winked.

Dianne sat down with a loud thump. If there was ever a time she needed to be

fucked, this had been it. “Damn,” she thought. “He’s probably gay.” At this

point, she would have screwed anything that moved. It had been a long day and she

decided to head home for the day. Perhaps, she would go down to Bill’s Bar. She

could make it that far. The gentlemen there usually liked seeing her and right

now, she wasn’t in a mood to be very discriminating.

***

Over dinner at a fancy restaurant, Mac brought the conversation back around to

sex. It was his favorite subject. Janine didn’t seem to mind though. She couldn’t

keep her mind off of it either; in fact, his familiar sensuality was starting to

get to her. He smelled wonderful. She started to become lost in his eyes like a

little girl watching her teenage idol.

“So, do you still scream out my name when you make love?” he asked.

“I never screamed out your name.”

“No? I remember, and I am sure all of Palo Alto remembers, that you did.

Actually, I bet I could make you scream my name right now,” he said, goading her

on.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. What are you going to do hit me?” she asked, remembering

the game. Perhaps it’s the wine, she thought, as she made a mental note not to

accept another glass of it. Then, all mental processes ceased to work when she

felt his stockinged foot creep up her pantyhose clad legs. He didn’t say a word

as he sipped his wine and let his probing foot climb higher up under her dress.

She gasped out, while looking around to see if anybody noticed his foot resting

on her upper thigh. The tablecloth was long enough to hide the game.

“No, I don’t have to hit you,” he said, as his foot found her the apex at the top

of her thighs. He noticed her spreading her legs further and knew he had her.

“So,” she gasped, “what do you think of your new job?” His toes had found her

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

Dianne couldn’t stand the torture any longer. She felt her frustrations leaving

her body in an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm. She bit into a dinner roll as

the first wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She barely had time to fake

a cough as the second spasm caused her to clasp her legs together pinning his

foot tightly against her covered sex. When she was through, she heard him talking

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“Must have gone down the wrong pipe. I am fine now,” she said, waving off the

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

“Would you like dessert now?” he asked, staring into her eyes with a look of

lust.

“Yes.”

***

Dianne lay in her tub with bubbles up to her neck. Her wet fleshy breasts poked

out from out under the frothy water. Her hands splashed around in the water

looking for her sponge. Teasing herself, she brushed her hand between her legs

and fought off the urge to submerge her fingers into herself. She was an expert

at auto arousal and could have written her thesis on it. Her thumb found her

clitoris and she thrummed it slowly, while rubbing the soapy flesh around her

slit under the water. Her middle finger slowly trailed her open lips. The labia

parted and a finger slipped into her.

The door opened and a burly looking man entered. He was a nightly patron to

Bill’s Bar. She liked the muscled hunk without a brain, which enjoyed being a

monthly patron to her open bed.

“Where would you like these glasses, Dianne?” he asked, holding two champagne

glasses in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other.

“Oh, forget the wine for now. Would you hand me that towel?” she asked, slowly

rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

The lights were flicked on and as soon as the door was closed, she threw her arms

around him. The kiss was urgent and full of passion. The two of them buckled to

their knees onto the shag carpet. Neither of them were worried about rug burn, as

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

He withdrew his mouth from hers and backed away. Mac looked at her with a knowing

grin and waited for her to ask. She had to ask because it was part of the game.

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What?” he asked, “Would you like some wine?”

“No! Pleeaase,” she said reaching for him. She knew what she had to ask, but

tried to seduce him out of the game.

“Oh, would you like water instead?” he asked grinning wider.

“I want you.”

“Want me to do what?” he pressed further, stroking his penis.

“I want you to make love to me, NOW!” she gave in and begged.

“Ok.” He slid to the floor and started kissing her with lust. This was his

favorite part. Watching her beg was just the beginning. It was the way she

screamed his name in passion that he loved to hear her pant, moan and scream

because of what he did to her. Enveloping her body, mind and soul with desire got

him off. It was like no other thrill. She was like no other woman and he had had

many women. He had had all kinds of women. Some had large breasts he could play

with for hours, some had an ass he could look at forever, some had such a

beautiful face he could kiss for an eternity, but Janine was a woman whom he

could make love to forever because she loved every moment of his passionate

torture. She begged for his desire and she took him to another place. All it took

was for him to touch her with his naked hand on her thigh and she would open up

her soul to him. She would let him rape her mind for a moment of bliss. It was

something he felt guilty about, but he loved playing with emotions. He actually

went to other women in order to come back to her and make her love him more. It

was perverse and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself or his own desire.

The sex was wonderful. Their bodies bounced and heaved in a writhing bundle on

the carpeted floor and their moans pierced the night. The sound of the sweaty

bodies bucking and slapping into each other made them both quiver with passion.

The release was only the beginning. The game wasn’t over, yet.

***

Lydia lay on her couch watching “Seinfeld” again. Kramer had just entered the

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

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

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poor girl had a crush on someone.

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

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

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

do.”

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

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte was having on her.

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

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

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

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

sexual intent.

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

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

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

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

a roommate or two.

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Let me undo this terrible contraption here. It’s really not good to be wearing a

bra during a massage.”

Lydia didn’t say a word, as the brassiere was unclasped, feeling Charlotte’s warm

hands caress her bare back. She let go of all pretenses as she turned over

letting the bra fall from her ample breasts. The dress slinked off her shoulders

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

“I know this is not appropriate, but dammit I want you,” whispered Lydia into

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

Their breasts pressed together for the first time, Lydia’s naked mounds pressing

against the soft cloth of Charlotte’s sweater. Lydia pressed her lips to the

passionate girl’s mouth. Their two tongues touched for the first time in an

intimate kiss. Slipping out of her dress, Lydia motioned for Charlotte to do the

same. As more of the innocent girl’s olive skin began to show, the more Lydia

desired to touch her.

Lydia lay back as Charlotte explored her first woman sexually, soft tender

explorations meandering over Lydia’s body. Her breasts were cradled in loving

hands as a soft mouth suckled her hardened nipples. A thigh wedged itself between

her legs when Charlotte pressed the moist lips of her womanhood against Lydia’s

thigh after sitting astride her leg. Lydia let her rub herself on her as they

kissed. Then, with a sudden jerk like magic Charlotte’s eyes fluttered with her

first orgasm.

Lydia held her in her arms softly, stroking her sweaty brow. Slinking down her

body kissing olive colored flesh, Lydia found two treasures begging to be

touched. The tiny nipples sprouted from the firm, spongy flesh. Her lips traveled

down to a pierced navel and sucked the metal hoop into her mouth. A trail of

kisses followed her hands to the soft curly fur of the girl’s vagina. Lydia

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

The next morning early in the Faculty lounge. Dr. Maxwell Jones and Dr. Janine

Sloane stood by the Mr. Coffee laughing over the latest Dilbert comic strip and

Dianne peered over her mug in jealousy as they left almost holding hands.

“Good Morning,” chirped Ron in his usual snobbish way.

“Hello, Ron.”

“It looks like our new recruit and Dr. Sloane are getting quite comfortable

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

“I don’t know. I think they have some things in the past in common. Probably a

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

“Jealous? I thought you of all people wouldn’t let that stand in your way. From

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

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

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

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

***

“Here?” she asked.

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

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

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

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

finger inside of her.

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

feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

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

“What? NOW?”

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

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

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