I became friendly with a number of the women that worked in the
back, as accountants and data entry operators. There was one women in
particular that made my blood boil the minute I saw her. She was
about 27 years old, black hair and green eyes. She was thin, and her
breasts fit her frame being on the small side. I got to know
Stephanie over the next week, having lunch with her and some other
employees. I found out she had been married for a year when she was
21, but could’nt handle being tied down to one person. One afternoon
I called Stephanie into my office, and asked her if she could stay
late one night as we had estimates to get out and the other data entry
operators could not stay. She agreed to stay the next night. As she
walked out the door, I asked her if she wanted to have a drink after
work, she did’nt answer, she smiled at me and said
“No..I can’t..but if you stay tommorrow night..we can”
“okay…I’ll se you later”
I watched her ass walk down the hall, her grey skirt clinging to her
hips, her bra straps visible through the back of her blouse.

The next day while I was back in the supply room, Stephanie
walked in.
“We’re still on for tonite are’nt we..?”
“of course..I would’nt give up a drink with you..”
She started blushing a little, her cheeks becoming red, she looked
better today than the day before. She was wearing, black skirt, slit
up the back a grey blouse that fit her snugly, black stockings and
heels. I drank in her beauty, as she left th e room.

After everyone had left, I went back to check on Stephanie, she
was busy punching away at the computer, as I entered. I snuck up
behind her, trying not to think about what I wanted to do to her
later.
“how long do you think you’ll be..?” I asked.
“oh..how long have you been here..you startled me”
“not long..sorry about that”
“I should be done in about an hour”
“okay I’ll be back in a bit”
As I walked back to my office I could’nt stop thinking about
Stephanie’s legs, they looked so good wrapped in those black
stockings, so smooth and silky looking. After 30 minutes I went back
again, this time announcing my presence, Stephanie was twisting her
neck, like it was stiff. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking
over them at the screen. I did’nt know what I was looking at, but she
thought I did.
“I’m almost done..jezz I could use a drink”
I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging them lightly at first, then
increasing the intensity.
“uhmm…that feels good..your have a good touch”
I was looking right down her blouse now, as she continued punching in
whatever it is you punch in. Her breasts encased in a seethrough
white bra, her nipples visible. Her tits were lovely, not big but
the kind that curve upward like a half-moon. I started rubbing her
upper arms, and then up to her neck, running my hands under her hair,
up the sides of her neck. I thought I heard a low moan, and then
glancing down confirmed it, her nipples now were hard, pressing
against her bra, they looked delicious. Stephanie had kicked off her
shoes, and was rubbing her feet together. A few minutes later,
Stephanie announced she was done.
“There all finished..thank god..and if you don’t stop doing what
you’re doing we’re never going to make that drink”
I did’nt know if she meant she would’nt go with me or if we just
would’nt go to the bar. So I rubbed harder tracing the outline of her
ears lightly. Stephanie answered my question for me, she swiveled
aroubd in her chair, put her hands on my crotch and squeezed it
lightly, she rubbed it through my pants, causing it to rise up. I
reached down and ran my hands over her tits, feeling her nipples swell
tthrough the thin material of her blouse. She quickly unzipped my
pants, pulling my cock out, l icking the head, lapping at it like an
ice cream cone.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this so be patient”
It did’nt take her long to remember how, she was running her tongue up
and down the shaft, making sure to lick and kiss the underside of it,
her hands jerking it back and forth. I was busy unbuttoning her
blouse, I could only get one or two buttons undone since she was kind
of crouched over sucking me. She took my whole length in her mouth,
her green eyes looking up at me, sending shivers down my spine. I ran
my hands through her hair, enjoying how well she was sucking my cock.
After ten minu tes I stood her up, kissed her deeply, pulling her body
close to mine, she moaned softly. I ran my hands over her ass,
slipping it in the slit up the back of her skirt, feeling the
silkiness of her stockings. I sat her on the desk, finished unbutto
ning her blouse, when I parted the blouse open I was in heaven, her
tits looked so good being squeezed in her white bra. I traced the
outline of her tits as I continued kissing her, moving down her neck,
to her shoulders, I was pinching her nipples, twisting them in my
fingers.
“oh..uhmm..”she moaned softly
I slid the fabric of her bra over her tits, her nipples red as
cherries, she was still rubbing my cock, running her hands up and down
the shaft. As I glanced down I noticed garter belt straps and the
tops of her stockings, My hand instantly slipped to her thighs, her
legs parting a little, the heat from her cunt was intense, as I ran my
hand up and down her legs. My hand found its way under the straps of
her garter, and as it moved upward I could feel the bottom opf her
panties. The lace, tic kled my fingers, as I slowly ran my fingers
across her panties
“boy are you wet”
“I know it started when you started rubbing my shoulders..Uhmm”
I pressed my fingers against her cunt, rubbing up and down, herhips
started moving with my fingers. I hiked her skirt up higher, slid
her to the edge of the desk, my hand still working on her cunt, her
juices soaking her panties, when I moved foward to her, she looked at
me
“What are you doing?”
“just relax..”
I pulled her panties aside, her cunt hair trimmed neatly, her pink
folds shiny wet, I slid a finger in her, my thumb coming to rest on
her clit. I took my cock with my other hand, and guided my prick into
her cunt.
“no..no..I can’t..its too soon”
I just rubbed her clit harder, muffled her with a kiss, and slowly
slid my cock in. She was like a vise, gripping my cock like I might
get stuck.
“oh..oh..uhmm..feels so good”
I started stroking in and out, slowly at first, her stcoking clad legs
over my hips, her lace panties rubbing over my shaft with every
stroke. I looked at her, her tits hanging out of her bra, her green
eyes liting up the room. She was rubbing my c hest now, pinching my
nipples, she then bent foward and started kissing them. I increased
my tempo, pumping her faster now, she grabbed me by the neck and
scooted foward pulling me into her deeper. She was biting my nipples
now, moaning a deep thro aty moans.
“oh..oh..it feels so good..its been soo long..so long”
I felt the cum building in my balls, her cunt was squeezing my cock
tightly, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. We were fucking
so fast and hard her whole body was sliding back and forth on the
desk. As I looked at her her eyes were close d, she was biting her
lower lip, and I felt her cunt convulsing, I knew she was cumming, her
insides heated up, and hwen they did I expoded into her, pumping globs
of cum up her cunt. As I pulled out of her, the last of my cum shot
out on the top of her panties. I slid my hands up her back, and held
her close to me.
“that was great…you have’nt lost a thing”
“your the first since my divorce”

We cleaned up a bit, and said goodbye in the parking lot. I
later found out she was only 22 just out of college and had been
divorced for only five months. We spent many late nights after that.

“They were all very big and very good,” you mutter under your
breath, “and seemingly tireless.”

“Hungry?”

You shake your head. “A glass of water would be great, though.”
You gingerly untie your shoelaces and remove your shoes and socks. I go
into the kitchen and return with the water. “From the tap,” I say. “Not
too cold; don’t want your stomach to cramp, dearest.”

“Thanks for thinking of me,” you say, smiling at me. I sit on the
arm of the chair and kiss your sweaty forehead.

“I bet I taste like a salt-lick,” you grouse.

“If I smeared you with butter, I’d take you out to the movies and
eat you while I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger,” I reply, grinning.

“Nah; it’d have to be a Chow Yun-Fat flick for me to really enjoy
it,” you reply, chuckling a little.

“I got a surprise for you,” I say, kneading and massaging your
knotted shoulder muscles under my fingers. “A piping hot bubble bath
awaits you in back.”

“Ooh, that sounds wonderful,” you say, wincing under my
ministrations. “Is is real hot?”

“Real hot.” I stand and pull you to your feet. “Go soak. I’ll
be in there in a bit with more water. Or would you like iced tea?”

“Make it a Shiner Bock.” You shuck your uniform top and wipe your
sweaty chest with it. “I’m goin’ to soak.”

I go back into the kitchen and tidy up, rummaging around the
silverware drawer to find the bottle opener. I crack open a beer and take
it into the back. You’re splayed out in the bathtub when I enter, head
the only thing visible above the soapy froth. “This feels great,” you
say, arching your neck as you stretch the muscles in your body. “I’m glad
you thought of it.”

“Pshaw. I’m boiling the meat off your bones to make stock,” I
retort, handing you your beer. “Your libation, m’lord.”

“Thank you, m’lady.” You take the bottle from me and swig long
and hard, then voice your approval with a hefty burp. “Ah, the pause that
refreshes. Care to join me?”

“Bath or beer?”

“Either.”

I shake my head and perch on the toilet. “Nah; I’ll just sit here
and watch you splash around, my little ducky.”

“Quack quack,” you say, splashing the water and bubbles with your
hand, then burping again. “My musical intestines.”

“Do me a favor,” I say. “Close your eyes and soak, okay?”

You eye me suspiciously. “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just close your eyes. This’ll
feel really good.” I take the beer bottle from you and place it on the sink.

“Okay, but I’m warning you.” You sit back, close your eyes. “Any
funny stuff and you _don’t_ get a spanking.”

“Fresh.” I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I
shower. “I may not show you my new trick.”

“How’d an old bitch like you learn a new trick?”

“Hush.” I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water,
getting it wet and soapy. The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow. I
begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging
your skin. You glow pink and smile.

“Ah! That feels so good, sweetheart,” you whisper, a little catch
in your voice.

“How ’bout this?” I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very
gently, then slowly stroke it. The warm water swirls around your groin.
“You like that?”

“That’s…good,” you moan, your body shifting. I feel your hips
arch upwards under the water; I place the sponge against your waist and
gently push you back down. “Relax,” I say soothingly. “Lie back, okay?”

You recline against the tub; I notice that your breathing is very
irregular now. “Can I continue?” I ask.

“Please,” you say. I continue stroking, smoothing the water and
soap and sponge up and down your shaft, gently around the head, down
around your scrotum. I increase the pressure, grasping you more firmly,
speeding up a little.

“Want me to stop?” I query.

“No, please; no, don’t,” you say quickly. “Please.”

Faster, harder I go, watching the delirious, delicious expressions
cascading over your face. Your arm rises out of the bubbly water and
grasps the side of the tub. You’re breathing hard and your hips are out
of control almost, moving with the motions of my gloved hand. Even
through the thick sponge I can feel the rigid shaft throbbing under my
fingers. I myself am getting all sticky in my panties but I’m too fixated
on your cock to be distracted by it.

Suddenly your body goes rigid under the water and I feel your
penis explode in my hand. Your head arches wildly back and an erotic
groan escapes your lips. Then you relax and slide back under the water
again; your breathing deepens. I take my hand out of the water and remove
the glove. “You like?” I ask.

“Jesus,” is all you can say. I bend down and kiss you gently on
the lips. “I’m going to bed,” I say, flinging the sopping and slightly
sticky glove into the sink. “You can join me when you’re able.”

Ten minutes later she was looking at the ad again. She got up from
the table and dug around in a kitchen drawer for the scissors, then
re- turned and carefully snipped the ad. She folded it and slipped
it in the coupons pocket of her purse. Then she went to work.

It was lunchtime when Joy fished the ad out of her purse, picked up
the phone, and dialed the number. Busy. She put the receiver back
in its cradle on her desk, put her chin in her hands, and stared at
the un- shrinkable pile of papers in her IN basket. Sigh. She
picked up the phone again, dialed. A distant phone began to ring. A
tired voice answered. “Sunset Personnel Agency. May I help you?”

“Uh, I’m responding to the ad you placed in the New York Times today.
About extras for a movie?”

“Thank you, just a minute while I connect-” Silence, and then some
awful elevator music. Hum de dum…

“Hi, this is Tom Franco speaking! So you want to be an extra eh?”
His booming, accented voice nearly drove the phone’s speaker to dis-
tortion.

“Well uh, yeah, I am curious about the ad I saw this morning…”

“Fine, fine! Let me get my computer set up here…” Joy heard the
faint clack-clacking of a True Blue IBM keyboard, and giggled. She
was surrounded by the darn things here! Fortunately the others were
all off “doing lunch” somewhere. “O.k., first off I need your name,
age, address, and phone…” Joy hesitated, then gave the man the
info. His next question starled her: “Do you consider yourself
sexually open-minded? Willing to try new things?”

“Mmm, uh, well I’d like to think so! I-”

“Good! You would be able to travel to California for four days?”

“Yes, I have some vacation time I can use. Uh, how much-”

“Very good! You sound like just the kind of person we’re looking
for. You will need to be here on the 21st.”

“Wow! This month? That’s awfully short notice. Uh, how much-”

“Will you earn? One thousand five hundred dollars plus all traveling
expenses. Sound o.k.?” Joy could practically hear the grin on his
face. She gulped.
$1500 for four days’ work! “Yes! I’m interested! Where-”

“Don’t worry about a thing, dear. I’ll make all the reservations and
mail ‘em to you. Thank you for calling! Bye.” Click.

Joy put the phone down slowly. Her mind was swimming, her heart
pounding. What am I getting myself into? This is incredible. $1500
to do what — walk by a camera, probably barely noticeable in the
background. And a chance to visit California! She had never been
there.

That night as she lay in bed, snuggled up against her sleeping
husband, her imagination ran unfettered: a glorious day in the CA
sunshine, on the set of a major studio production, famous celebrities
so close you can touch them, Mel Gibson, Patrick Swayze, Tom Cruise,
wow…

It was a grey, wet mid-morning, January 21, when the American
Airlines DC-10 touched down on runway 25R at LAX. Joy stared out the
window at the rain pelting the tarmac as the plane taxiid to the
gate. Yuck! The TV ads and travel agencies always crow about the
“year-around” sun. Her husband and some of his friends were off on a
ski trip in Utah — they were probably enjoying more sun than this!
She sighed. Oh well, the studio is probably gonna shoot everything
indoors anyway. Aren’t they?

The flight had been an interesting one though, as she’d discovered
several other passengers who were flying to Los Angeles for the same
reason! Two of them, a married couple, were going to be in it to-
gether. They and Joy had a good laugh as they shared their
experiences which led them to this trip, such as the initial
conversation with Loudmouth Franco. The man, Todd, had somehow been
able to obtain some additonal information: there were a total of one
thousand extras — five hundred men, five hundred women. The
shooting of the scene would take but half a day, with the rest of the
time available to the people to do whatever they want: sightsee, go
to Disneyland, whatever. All paid for by the movie’s producer. This
promised to be an fun trip, if only the sun would come out.

That afternoon it did. The bright light filled Joy’s room at the
Bonaventure, waking her up from what was supposed to have been a
short nap. She looked at the clock on the nightstand: 2:35. Rats!
Half the first day already gone by. She got up off the bed and went
into the bathroom to freshen up. A little while later she stood at
the window, absorbed in the marvelous view of downtown L.A. A knock
at the door shook her out of her reverie, and she strode across the
room and opened it. Todd and his wife Cherie were brightly grinning,
looking ready for a trip. “They said on the radio that it would not
rain any more today, so we thought we’d go window-shopping in
Westwood. Want to join us?” Joy nodded immediately — she couldn’t
think of anything more enjoyable. “Let me get my stuff…” She
dashed back into the room, grabbed her purse, and put on a sweater.
“O.k.!”

Late that night she was back in her hotel room, sitting on her bed,
happily looking at all her purchases. While they were not up to the
N.Y. standards she was used to, the clothing stores in Westwood had
some pretty darn good stuff! It didn’t come cheap though. She fer-
vently hoped that the studio would reimburse her as they had
promised. But she didn’t want to think about it now, as she hung up
new dresses in the closet and put the new jeans in the dresser. She’d
had to buy another suitcase so she’d be able to get all this stuff
home! When all the clothes had been hung and stored, she turned back
to her bed. There was one item remaining to be put away: very sexy
silk lingerie.

She fingered one soft strap, and smiled. She was feeling very horny,
and wished that her husband was there with her. Cherie had purchased
some very similar lingerie, much to Todd’s wide-eyed delight, and Joy
knew that right now they’d be making hot love right about now. With
a delighted giggle, she pulled off her sweater and unbuttoned her
blouse.

Pretty soon she was looking at herself in the full-length mirror on
the bathroom door. The lingerie hid very little of her sexy body,
just enough to tease and please. She ran her hands along the silk
stockings, and the figure in the mirror did likewise. Oooooh,
imagine the look on some man’s face if he saw this! Her hips and
upper body twisted slightly as she ran one hand across her bare
stomach. Then she began to remove, slowly, teasingly, what she’d put
on only minutes ago.

She imagined that some horny man was sitting on the bed, watching her
as she undressed, eyeing her luscious curves. She slid the stockings
down, exposing sexy hips and smooth silky thighs. Her bra went next;
she unclipped the clasp and lifted the cups away from her breasts,
and they bounced down and jiggled, happy to be set free. She shook
her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle even more. Mmmmm…. She
could imagine the man on the bed wanting so badly to press his face
against them and munch on them. A pile of silk grew at her feet as
more and more skin was exposed.

Last to go were the delicate lace panties. She swung her hips back
and forth as she pushed the panties down her legs. Then she stood
before the mirror, naked and very horny. The imaginary man on the
bed had a throbbing hardon as he watched her caress herself, running
her hands all over her body, feeling, squeezing, exploring.

She strode over to the bed, and lay down on it. The imaginary man
ran his fingers lightly along the length of her body, and then his
hands worked their way up, massaging and caressing her bare flesh.
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run its delightful course.

The next day, Sunday, Joy went with Todd, Cherie, and a young lady
named Missy (also an “extra”) to Disneyland. The sun stayed behind
thick cumulus clouds, and the park was crowded, but still they had a
wonderful time. Only Missy had been to Disneyland before (she was
from Costa Mesa, a city not too far south), and she made sure that
the others experienced all the best rides, despite the long lines.
Joy especially loved Star Tours, and insisted upon riding it three
times. The cars on the Matterhorn are designed so that pairs of
riders must sit pressed together, one between the legs of the other
– and when Joy was in that position against Missy, she was surprised
that Missy put her arms around Joy’s chest, rather than gripping the
handles on the sides. It felt good.

She spent that night like she’d spent the previous: making wonderful
love to a phantom. Her lovely naked body writhed and undulated with
endless sexual energy.

The Monday morning sunlight invaded the hotel room and tapped on her
eyelids. Joy opened her eyes, and stretched beneath the covers. The
heavy bedspread pressed against her body like a soft cocoon. She
piled the pillows behind her back and slid to a sitting position.

On the nightstand next to the bed sat a manila folder. Joy picked it
up and examined its contents. She’d leafed through it before, but
had not taken the time to really read it contents.

The first page gave directions to Walker Studios in Burbank, on whose
backlot the scene was to be filmed. Walker Studios? Joy had never
heard of it. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at the next page.
It was a map of the Walker Studios lot, showing the entrance off
Buena Vista, and the building where she and the 999 other extras
would assemble. Clipped to the page was a paper “badge” that she
would need to display to the guard at the entrance.

The third and fourth pages were a computer-generated mishmash of
arrows, X’s, and dotted lines covering a map of what appeared to be a
city block constructed on the backlot. The pages had her name on
them, and printed text indicating the “beginning” of her “route”, the
“endpoint”, and various “stops” along the way where she would
encounter and have to deal with various “events” involving other
extras. The text did not say so, but the word had come down the
grapevine that these “events” would be of a sexual nature. Joy’s
body tingled as her imagination played with the many possibilities.

Missy, Todd, and Cherie rode with Joy in her rented Buick. Todd sat
in the back seat, with Cherie lying across it (and his lap). One of
his hands lazily traced figure-eights on her stomach. On the radio,
Rick Dees rattled off his sound effects and tasteless jokes and kept
everybody giggling. The Monday morning L.A. traffic made slow,
steady progress. Eventually they reached the Buena Vista offramp and
headed north, passing the more famous studios. They parked in a
$4/day lot next to their destination, as indicated on the map.

People streamed by them, heading for Walker Studios, and soon Joy &
Co. were part of the crowd. Joy flashed her “pass” as she passed the
guard’s booth at the entrance, and the bored guard eyed her body and
gave her a smile. Missy had her pass taped to her chest, and she
teased the guard by pressing it against the booth’s window, right in
front of his face. The guard got up quickly from his stool, grinning
lecherously. Missy giggled and dashed to where the others were wait-
ing for her. Todd and Cherie unanimously pronounced her a sex-crazed
nymph.

Joy looked at the map she was carrying, and declared that they
appeared to be following the correct crowd. The people were
generally very friendly, with introductions being made all around as
the crowd wound its way along alleys between windowless buildings.
They turned a corner and found themselves pouring out onto what
looked like a typical shopping district street.

People were sitting down wherever a comfortable spot could be found.
Joy’s group found a patch of lawn next to the street, and they gladly
took the weight off their feet. The street was lined with stores and
restaurants, and a branch of Great Western Savings stood at one
corner. Another street cut across this one, with more businesses
lining it. Joy was amazed. It’s all a movie prop!

A pickup truck rambled around the corner and approached the still-
growing crowd. A thick-bearded man with a megaphone jumped out of
the back. He lifted the mike to his mouth and spoke. “When everyone
is here and seated, we will begin. Until then, just relax and enjoy
the scenery.” Laughter rippled through the crowd. The voice
belonged to non other than Tom “Bigmouth” Franco.

Joy watched with fascination as another truck joined the first, and
movie equipment was unloaded by the crew. Cans of film were opened,
and the film was loaded into the cameras, which the cameramen then
hoisted onto their shoulders. Sections of the crowd went wild as some
of the cameramen teased them by pointing their cameras at them and
pretending to shoot. Another pickup came around the corner, this one
much larger than the others. Mounted on its bed was a crane, and at
the end of the crane was a platform on which a large camera was
mounted. Two men sat behind the camera, one of them barking
instructions into a walkie-talkie.

Cherie recognized the man with the walkie-talkie. “My goodness, it’s
Daniel McReady!”

“Who?” Joy didn’t recognize the name.

“He makes really weird and sexy horror movies. I saw an article
about him on ‘Entertainment Tonight’ just a week ago!”

“You mean we’re in a horror movie?” Missy laughed. “Well this
should be fun!”

They watched as the man babbled on into his walkie-talkie. Then he
did something with the controls mounted on a panel in front of him,
and the platform began to rise into the air. The crowd looked up as
one as the crane’s arm telescoped and the platform ascended above
them. It stopped abruptly, and the arm shook slightly from the force
of the sudden stop. Yuck, I would not want to be up there, Joy
thought.

Franco reappeared before the crowd, and hoisted the megaphone to his
lips. “Jeez, he really doesn’t need that thing,” Joy muttered, and
chuckles could be heard from the people immediately around her.
Tom’s booming voice silenced them. Todd put his arms around his
wife, and gave her an affectionate squeeze.

“Well it looks like everyone is here, so we’ll begin. I first want
to thank, and congratulate, all of you here today. You have chosen
to take part in something that I think you will find quite enjoyable.
I chose you all with that very factor in mind. Sexual open-
mindedness, that’s the key here.” Laughter swept through the crowd.
Somebody not far behind Joy cried out, “so who do I get to FUCK!?”
More laughter.

“All that will be explained to you. First I need to fill you in with
some background information.”

He sure does, Joy thought.

“The scene here is your typical downtown street, Anywhere U.S.A., and
you all are here going about your daily business: selling, banking,
shopping, buying, etcetera. Well, that is, you WERE doing those
things, until the aliens messed with your minds.”

More chuckles in the crowd, and vocalizations of the “Twilight Zone”
theme, could be heard.

“They’re invading Earth, and they can manipulate our emotions and in-
hibitions. We are, in effect, guinea pigs for their tests, and their
whims. They have chosen the population of this community for a test
which they will find most interesting and amusing. They will erase
all sexual inhibitions from most of your minds. Not ALL of you will
be affected at the same time, I must point out. The aliens will
leave some of you as is for a while, to enhance the test
environment.” Laughter and nervous giggles rippled through the crowd.
Joy, Todd, Cherie, and Missy all looked around and at each other.
“Wow!” was all Joy could manage to say.

“You can all probably guess what I’m leading up to. With all such
checks on your desires stripped away, it will be a sexual free-for-
all in Anywhere U.S.A. Now is the chance to act out your deepest
fantasies. The more variety, the better! The town will be at your
disposal.”

Someone shouted “OWWWW BABY!!!” and the crowd roared with laughter
and applause. Joy felt flush with the excitement that surrounded her
and permeated her. Is this guy SERIOUS?

“With that said, it’s time for your all to take your starting
positions as indicated on your maps. Everybody up — let’s go!”

With cheers and yelps the crowd rose to its feet and began to
scramble every which way. Joy felt a tap on her shoulder and turned
to find herself facing Missy, who extended her hand. “Good luck!
Hope we can get together after this is all over.” Joy shook her
hand, and then gave her a soft playful slap on the side of her face.
“Have fun!”

“Oh I know I will,” Missy said in a sultry voice. Her face beamed.

Joy made her way through the crowd and tried to relate the symbols on
the map with what she saw around her. According to the map, she was
a “slsprsn” at “Wa.G” somewhere around here… She looked up and
scanned the storefronts. Bingo! Joy headed for Waterbed Gallery.

Somebody grabbed the map from her hand as she entered. “Hey!” The
man looked at the map, then looked at her and smiled. “Hi! You’re
going to be the sales lady here. Put this on.” He handed her a
badge with “Waterbed Gallery” and her name printed on it. Joy
clipped it to her blouse. “May I have my map back?”

The man shook his head. “You won’t be needing it any more. Good
luck!” He quickly shook her hand, then dashed off.

Now what? Joy looked around. It was a waterbed store all right.
New beds in all directions. She had never slept on a waterbed
before, so she sat down on one, curious to see how one felt. The
surface “gave” a little more than usual under her weight, but it
didn’t slosh about like she had expected.

There was one other person in the store, a man. He smiled when he
saw her, and strode on over. “Hi! I’m Paul. Looks like we’re going
to be doing this thing together.” He seemed shy, and wouldn’t quite
meet her gaze.

“I’m Joy. Soooo, what do we do now?”

“I guess we wait for further instructions.” He sat down on the bed
next to her.

Shortly another man entered the store, wearing a badge like Joy’s.
He came up and greeted them. “Howdy folks! Well, another salesman!
Or I guess I should say salesPERSON. Name’s Bill.” He extended his
hand. Joy shook it, then Paul.

Another lady entered the store and joined their little group. She
blushed as they all glanced at her. “Hi! Uh, I’m Chris.”
Introductions were made all around. Then Chris said, “I was told
that you,” she pointed at Bill, “are to be trying to sell me a bed at
the start of this and you, Joy, are selling Paul one!”

“Sounds simple enough,” Joy responded. “Then what?”

“Then, when you hear the word ‘ALIENS’ on the P.A., the guys are
supposed to act like their minds are being ‘twisted’, and turn into
‘wild sex animals’. Joy and I are to resist at first, then after a
few minutes our minds are ‘changed’ too. She blushed and giggled.
Then Franco’s voice boomed out from speakers hidden all over the huge
set.

“We’re ready to roll — everybody take their places!”

“I guess we better do as he says! You two stay here, and Bill and I
will go over to another part of the store.” Bill nodded in instant
agreement. “Yes ma’am!” He eyed her body as a teenager might look
at a Playboy centerfold for the first time. Together they set off
down an aisle.

Joy stood up, and Paul followed suit. “Well Paul, I guess I better
think about how I’m gonna do this. I’m not much of a salesperson!”

“That’s o.k.,” Paul said with a smile. “I don’t think that’s what
you’re gonna be remembered for here anyw-”

The P.A. boomed: “ROLL CAMERAS!”

The man pushed the paycheck and deposit slip across the counter
toward Missy. She picked them up, looked at them, then began to peck
at the keyboard of the IBM bank terminal, trying to make it look at
least somewhat like the way the teller did it at the bank she went
to. She tried not to notice or be pressured by the presence of the
cameraman, who was filming her and her “customer” at that very
moment. Meaningless numbers and text flashed on the terminal’s
plasma display — presumably the film’s audience would not be able to
see it in detail.

Todd and Cherie sat in “their” car in the parking lot of Burger King.
They had just gone through the drive-thru line, and were now munching
on Whoppers and shakes. Customers went in and out of the Burger
King. Everything appeared normal…

“ALIENS!” boomed the loudspeakers.

“…and any of these beds comes with a full one-year warranty
against, uh, er…”

The Waterbed Gallery saleslady stopped her spiel when the expression
on her customer’s face changed. He was no longer looking
thoughtfully at the bed. He was looking at her with undisguised lust.

“Oh mama, I want your body NOW!”

He dove forward and encircled her with surprisingly strong arms.
Their chests were pressed tightly together, and he was kissing her
face and neck with ferocious zeal. “Mmmmph, blrb, glub, get away
from ME…!” He tripped her off balance and she landed on the bed.
Her customer was instantly on top of her. “Bluh mmmmph are you mmmmph
CRAZY???” The man grabbed her arms and spread them outwards as he
kissed her chest through her blouse. The saleslady struggled against
him, but could not break free. Then he reached inward and grabbed
her blouse at the collar, and pulled outward. Buttons flew as the
blouse was ripped open. The saleslady’s boobs bounced out and shook
and jiggled, and the sex-maniac customer dove his face into them. At
about that time, the expression on the saleslady’s face began to
change. The man pressed her yummy tits against the sides of his face
with his hands as he feasted hungrily on her chest, and her struggles
diminished. Then she put her arms around his back, and she smiled.

Teller #4 at Great Western had just put the check in the drawer when
there was a disturbance on the other side of the counter. She
glanced up, and saw the depositor climbing up onto the counter. His
eyes were locked on her body. He’d been looking at her appreciatively
all along, but this was crazy! Panic-striken and wide-eyed, she
backed up against the coin-counting machine. The depositor jumped
down and headed for her, wild passion in his visage. She glanced
around frantically, but no one seemed willing to help her. They all
seemed to be having problems of their own… He grabbed her about
the waist, and planted his lips on hers. Her whole upper body bent
back as his tongue probed deep into her mouth and his hands felt all
over her back and sides and chest. She beat on his back, trying to
get him off, but it was of no use. One hand reached up under her
shirt, cupped her breast. She continued to struggle, which only
fueled the fires of his horniness even more! His hand slid down into
her pants, feeling, probing at hot flesh. His fingers encountered
soft panties, pushed underneath them. Then he brushed against her
pussy lips. Her whole body bucked, and then with a mighty PUSH she
managed to break free of his grasp. She tried to dash off, and he
caught hold of one sleeve. One whole side of her shirt ripped away.
She made a break for the waist-high door that separated the tellers’
area from the customers’. She vaulted over it, her exposed breast
bouncing wildly. She turned toward the nearest door… and another
horny customer wrapped himself around her. His hand squeezed her
breast as he kissed her passionately. Her body seemed to go limp for
a moment, and then she put her arms around his shoulders. With his
other hand, the man pushed the remaining half of her shirt off her.

In the front seat of the Camry, it was the woman who was “affected”
first. A funny expression formed on her face, and then she put down
the remaining morsel of her Whopper, turned, tore off her T-shirt,
and flung herself on her boyfriend. She kissed him all over and
rubbed her chest against his face. He was stunned — they’d only
been seeing each other a few days now! But he could not resist the
urges that suddenly built within him, and he grabbed this wild nymph,
tried to steady her so his lips could get a clear shot at hers. Her
boobs, still trapped in her bra, were driving him wild, and she saw
this and with a quick movement flung the offending article of
clothing away. She shook her shoulders wildy, making her breasts
smack against his face. He caught them with his hands, pressed them
together. The nipples pointed right at him, and his eager lips and
tongue found their mark.

Outside the car, on the street, it was pandemonium. A mailman was
pinned underneath two very horny women, who were tearing off his
uniform with great gusto. A sexy blonde had emerged from the tanning
parlor wearing tight shorts and a halter top, and she was easy prey
for the nearest horny male, who was hungrily enjoying every luscious
curve right there on the sidewalk. A naked man was running down the
street in panic, pursued by a woman in the process of becoming naked
herself. Suddenly the man stopped with that quizzical expression on
his face, turned, and swept his pursuer into a passionate embrace.
There they stood in the middle of the street, kissing and kissing and
kissing, one of her thighs raised up and pressed against his hip,
where it was lovingly caressed all over by his hand.

The waterbed saleslady and her customer were making hot love right
there on the bare mattress. He had one hand on her pussy, fingering
and rubbing and causing her great ecstasy, and his other hand was
massaging a breast as they continued to kiss. Nearby, a salesman and
his female customer were also in a hot tight embrace. So consumed
with passion were they that they didn’t even make it to a bed — they
did it right on the parquet floor. She was kissing and licking his
chest as she stroked at his hard cock. He held her against him and
buried his chin in her hair.

Next to the bank’s exit was a plush waiting area, with sofas, lounge
chairs, and a long low oak table. A man lay spread-eagled on the
table, his hands and feet bound by long pieces of string to the
table’s legs. He struggled and writhed and moaned with pleasure and
pleaded for mercy. Above him stood Teller #4, totally naked,
observing her slave as he gazed up longingly at her luscious body.
She got on her knees and let her fingers slide along his body, from
his chin down, barely grazing his throbbing cock. Then she got up on
the table and formed a bridge that spanned above him, perched on her
fingers and toes. She said something to him, and he nodded
excitedly. She changed her mind, and the man begged, pleaded for her
do do that to him with her beautiful body. She got up above him
again, then lowered herself to hands and knees, her boobs hanging
down, the nipples inches above his chest. He lavished heaps of
praise on her and her gorgeous body, and strained against his ropes,
trying to raise his chest so that it would touch hers. She lifted
herself up a little and wagged a finger at him. He begged, pleaded,
praised, WORSHIPPED the goddess whose flesh was so close to his. She
slowly lowered her body. Her nipples touched his skin, and he sighed
with delight. She continued to lower herself down on him, and her
boobs slowly squeezed between them. Her stomach pressed against his,
and his cock was sandwiched between his lower abdomen and hers. He
moaned with delight and continued to praise his master’s beauty.

The Camry was bouncing now. The driver’s seat was reclined all the
way back against the rear seat, and a man lay on it in total sexual
bliss while his girlfriend rode him like a hobby horse. His hands
climbed up her body, gripping her sides, then squeezing her boobs
together. Then they gripped her hips and held on tight as her
bouncing grew in intensity. His cock was a blazing missile, and she
was the main Red Army base. When they came together, the fire was as
hot as the sun.

On the sidewalk, the tanned blonde beauty was being mauled by three
lustful pedestrians. One was kissing her, one was enjoying her boobs
and caressing her all over, and the third was munching on and sucking
her pussy for all it was worth. The mailman was fucking a woman
doggie-style while another lady was behind him, pressing her boobs
against the back of his head. Undelivered mail was scattered all
around them. All over the lawn next to the street, acts of hot wild
love could be observed.

Then the military arrived.

Large camouflaged trucks rolled around the corner and stopped. Rear
flaps flew open, and troops poured out, ready to restore order to
this city which had been paralyzed by some bizarre epidemic.
Soldiers ran into stores and businesses. Others went to the hot piles
of flesh that writhed on the street and sidewalk.

A soldier reached the blonde beauty and tried to pull the men off
her. They pushed him away. More soldiers came over and grappled with
the men. The first soldier found himself confronted by this beauty,
full of hot lustful fire. She flung herself against him. The
soldier, who’d never had a girlfriend in his life, forgot all about
duty to his country. He licked and squeezed and kissed and caressed
this luscious girl with instant horniness.

Two soldiers emerged from the waterbed store, with a lovely naked
woman in their grip, her boobs jiggling as she struggled to free
herself (so she could fling herself on somebody). Two more soldiers
came over and grabbed her luscious legs, and they carried her to the
truck, not traveling too quickly as they enjoyed the sight of her
suspended between them. They swung her up into the back of the
truck. The soldier with the blonde beauty lifted her up and brought
her over to the truck, and she was transferred inside. The soldiers
then climbed in, and zipped the flap closed.

The bank teller was sucking on her slave’s cock when the soldier
burst in. He took one look at her and lunged for that succulent
flesh. If he has to apprehend people, he thought, he might as well
apprehend the sexiest ones! He wrapped his arms around her and
dragged her outside, as the tied-up man shouted insults and
damnations at him. His hands were on her boobs, and he squeezed them
and played with her nipples. She did not resist — instead she turned
around in his arms, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.

Inside the Camry, the two lovers embraced each other and savored
their collective warmth. Every once in a while one of them would
peek out the window and observe the sexy shenanigans going on
outside. He or she would chuckle and share it with his/her partner.
Then they would resume kissing.

The military had been conquered. The soldiers were now part of the
orgy that had enveloped the whole city. The aliens saw how effective
this was, and began to use the same technique in major cities all
over the world. Soon the majority of the planet’s population was
consumed with sex, and the aliens observed them with delight while
they plundered Earth’s resources. All precious metals and minerals
were brought up to the massive mother ship, and the aliens left with
their unspeakably valuable cargo. Those puny humans had been so easy
to conquer!

The screen went black. Then the end credits began to roll.

Joy and her husband just sat there as others in the theatre began to
get up and file out. There was alot of chatter — exclamations like
“wow!” and “oh man!” Many of those who would leave the theatre would
be having sex or masturbating that night like they hadn’t in a long
time.

Together they sat and watched the credits roll by. Her husband put a
hand on her thigh and squeezed. She leaned over and rested her head
on his shoulder. She did not know how her husband would take seeing
her in this scene, and was pleasantly surprised at his delighted
expression as he watched. She thought she’d only be visible for
maybe a second at most, but she had been up there on that
thirty-foot-high screen several times in different hot scenes. Of
course, this being an R-rated release, the hottest and most explicit
stuff was cut out. But it didn’t matter to Joy at all. What was up
there had been SO erotic and sexy.

That night she and her husband made the best love since their wedding
night. It lasted ALL night.

So she leaves around 5:00, and I don’t decide to go back to Nice until
7:30. On vacation, my parents let me come home by 9:30, without asking any
questions, but I feel sort of lonely without my friend, and the guys are no
fun, so I decide to go back early.
I put on a short robe over my bathing suit and take my beach bag and
go up to the road and start hitching. Usually you don’t have to wait at all,
but today I avoid cars with single men or groups of men in them. I think it’s
better to get a ride with a couple. It takes longer this way. About 10 cars
with couples pass me by, with my thumb out. After about 10 minutes a gray car
stops, a brand I don’t know (Now I know it was a volvo).
“Where are you going?” the woman asks.
“To Nice, Madame.”
“Good. We are going there ourselves. You may get in.”
She leans over to open the back door, and I get in the car and sit in the
back seat, which is very comfortable.
“Thank you”, I say.
Polite. Always be polite, no?
The man and the woman say “bonjour,” and the car moves off.

Sitting on the right, I can see the man’s profile: he looks about 40 years
old, with very gray hair, but lots of it. He is very tan, and fairly handsome.
When he says “bonjour,” I find his voice beautiful. Not that it’s important,
whether he’s handsome or ugly, but I like to travel with nice people. He is
wearing a white shirt.
Changing sides, I look at the woman: she would be about 30 years old, with
fine features and blond hair, cut short. She has large eyes, which I think are
blue, although I can’t see them very well. She is wearing a blue blouse with
buttons on the back. She turns around:
“What do you think of us?”
“Uhhh…”
“Ha! Well, you know, the mirror works both ways. So what do you think of
us?”
She says this with a big smile. She has beautiful white teeth. There is a
very slight gap between her two front teeth. I see that her eyes really are
blue. A touch of irony passes over her face as she looks at me.
“Do you think we make a nice couple?”
“Uhhh…”
I feel a little stupid. I don’t know what to say to this kind of question.
Do they make a nice couple? Yes, you could say that. But I haven’t really
thought about it. I was looking at them because I didn’t have anything else
to do. I knew the route by heart, and there was no more countryside to
discover.
“Since you are not saying anything, may I say that I find you rather
attractive? Wouldn’t you say so, Henri?” The eyes of the man appear in the
mirror, studying me. I see his face in the mirror too. He has a certain
virility, with some gentleness to his features. Now that she asks the question,
I would say that I find both of them very nice.
“Very, very attractive,” the man says.
“Well, I think you are both nice. And you’re not bad as a couple.”
“Not bad. You hear that, Henri? But we are a perfect couple. More than
perfect, even. We have the same tastes, the same needs, and the same desires,
at the same exact moments.”

Somewhat impudently, without really being aware of what I am saying, I say:
“And at this exact moment, what do you both want?”
The man and the woman exchange a look, then a small smile.
“Well, if you had asked that question just before we met you, we would have
said that we wanted to go back to our place, and change, before going out to
dinner,” the woman says.
“And now,” the man adds, “we want you.”
This sudden “attack” takes my breath away. I am a little shy, and after
hearing this, I am speechless and a little uncomfortable. And what does that
mean, that a couple “wants me.” At 15, I’m having a hard time imagining what
three people could do. To tell the truth, I’ve never imagined this sort of
thing at all, and the brusque revelation of such a possibility makes me
uncomfortable and attracts me at the same time.
“What do you think of that?” the woman asks, still turned toward me.
“Nothing. I don’t know… What does that mean: you want me?”
“That means,” the man said, “that we would like to have you near us, in our
bedroom, and that we would like to kiss you, and caress you, and a thousand
other things. Both of us. At the same time.”
“What do you think of that?” the woman asks again.
I can’t think of anything to say. The idea appeals to me, but I don’t dare
answer, somehow. Are they making fun of me? Did they say this for a laugh?
Are they pulling my leg? But they look serious, even with their smiles.
“My parents expect me home by 9:30.”
“Good. It is 7:25 now. Here is what I suggest: when we get to Nice, you
come to our place and have a drink. We will take off your clothes and try to
bring you some pleasure, but you can stop or leave whenever you want. We give
you our word of honor, my husband and I.”
So they are married. But they don’t wear rings. Should I go with them?
Honestly, I want to. The idea excites me, and I am proud that they find me
beautiful in this way. If I go with them, it seems to me that I will be
entering the world of adults, for good, and I want that.

“I would like that very much.”
“Very good,” says the woman. “Have you already been with a couple?”
“No.”
“This is the first time? Really?”
“Yes.”
“And have you already been with a man?”
“Yes, a little.”
“You aren’t a virgin?”
“No… Last year, a boy and I…”
“Brava. And did you do it again, often?”
“No, but I have made love many times since then.”
I don’t want them to take me for a girl who doesn’t know what to do.
“Well! Good. But you say that you did not do it again, but…?”
“I didn’t do it with a boy; I did it with girls. I do that often.”
“Oh. You have girlfriends,” the man says.
“Yes, of course.
I say this in a very liberated and mature way.
“That’s very good,” the woman says. “But how old are you?”
“16.” (I grew a year. 16 is better than 15, I think.)
“Do you have a lot of girlfriends?”
“Three or four. But here, I only have one. In Paris I have four of them.”
“So you are a little bit bored here, maybe. Or perhaps, to compensate, you
caress yourself sometimes?”
“Oh… even in Paris, I masturbate often.”
They look at each other again. This time they seem to be thinking about
their good luck. It’s true. I know girls in Paris. I’ve picked them up and
they’ve picked me up. Girls do have these feelings, you know.
“Well, we will try to give you as much pleasure as you find with yourself
or your friends.”

I don’t answer, but this will be difficult for them. When I masturbate or
lick my girlfriends in Paris, or even in Nice with Martine, it seems to me
that I could not have more pleasure. But OK, if they want to try… Little by
little, the idea of being with them excites me, and I’m sure that I’m getting
a little wet. I would like to check with my finger, but I don’t dare.
“OK, Henri?”
“Very good, cherie, very good.”
I see the woman’s arm move toward the man’s legs. The seatback keeps me
from seeing more, but I think she must be caressing him through his pants.
“We are here. We live at the end of this street.”
She turns around to say this, but her left arm is still close to her
husband, and I see it move a little.
I would like to see what she’s doing, but I will never know exactly,
because we arrive and get out of the car.
She says they rented an apartment in this building–a very beautiful, de
luxe sort of building–on the seventh floor, with a balcony and a view of the
sea, as one must.

I am between them in the elevator. The man is not very tall. About 5′ 6″
He is closer to 45 than 40, but he’s still very thin. The woman is about his
height in her flat heels, and she seems to be about 28. Her chest seems large
to me, as do her buttocks. Slender, with long fine legs. We leave the elevator,
and she walks ahead of us down the corridor to unlock the apartment.
“You will come back, I hope,” the woman says, “but since I know you have
little time today, I won’t give you a grand tour of the apartment. You should
see the balcony. The view is really superb. Suppose we have our drink in the
bedroom. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“It’s over here,” the man says, taking my hand.
“I’ll be back with something to drink,” the woman says. “Do you like scotch?”
“Yes…” (I’ve never tasted it.)
The man and I go into the bedroom. It is beautiful. Paintings hanging on
pale, bright walls. A thick carpet on the floor and a canopy bed that I would
like to own. On the bed, an enormous white fur that must be nice to snuggle up
in. A little table, several chairs, and a mirror on the wall, facing the bed.

“Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful.”
“Well, that’s nice. It is important to feel good where you are, no?”
“Well, a glass for everyone. What is your name, by the way?” the woman says
as she comes in.
“Lauren.”
“That’s very pretty. Well, Lauren, let’s drink to our meeting and free
women like you.”
I drink. A swallow. It burns. I cough.
“We have something else if that’s too strong… You needn’t drink that.”
I am grateful the man says this. With a look of thanks, I put my glass on
the little table. I’ve had enough. It’s clear they are thinking of something
other than drinking. Me too.

But suddenly I’m a little afraid. This is a very special situation, and
it’s the first time for me. In any case, they promised that if I would like to
leave, I can. This reassures me some.
“Come sit down near me, on the bed,” the woman says.
She is already sitting there. I go over and sit near her. The fur on the
bed is very soft.
The man remains standing, for the moment, looking at us.
The woman puts an arm around my shoulders and, with no preliminaries, puts
her lips on mine. Her tongue opens my mouth slightly and moves around inside,
lightly. This kiss affects me very strongly. She pulls me back, gently, and
we tip over onto the bed. She is lightly covering me.
“Take off your top of your bathing suit,” she breathes in my ear.
Yes… I want to take it off. She kisses well. Her lips are soft and warm.
I arch my back a little and move my hands under my back and unbutton the
top. Immediately, the woman unbuttons the top of my robe with her right hand
(her left is still resting on my neck) still kissing me. She lifts up the top
of my bathing suit, which ends up near my chin, and takes one of my breasts in
her hand. She pinches the nipple between two fingers and then takes it all in
her hand, sometimes caressing it softly and sometimes squeezing it hard. Soon
she abandons this breast and takes the other, continuing to caress me; one,
then the other, still kissing me. I feel wonderful. Very fine… For the
moment, I don’t want to leave… I have almost forgotten the man, when I feel
two hands taking off the bottom of my bathing suit. I am in a wonderful place,
and I raise my hips to let the bathing suit slide off completely. Straightening
my head a little, I see the man. He is completely nude, and I cannot take my
eyes off his sex: long, very long, not too thick. Much more beautiful than my
boyfriend’s. He becomes aware that I am looking at him.
“Does this please you?”
I cannot answer, since the woman is still kissing me, but my eyes must have
answered for me: “Yes, this pleases me, a magnificent penis, which should
know how to bring me great pleasure.”
I’m not afraid at all. I feel fine.

I let myself fall back completely. I close my eyes and try to taste my
feelings and sensations as much as I can.
The woman is still caressing my chest, and doing it very well.
Now the man passes his arms under my thighs and holds them rather firmly,
and, delightfully, I feel his mouth on my vagina. I am very wet, and his tongue
travels in, and sometimes makes very quick movements inside, tapping. No girl
or guy has ever done this to me before. The end of his tongue taps inside me and
turns a little, this way and that. A fabulous sensation. I will come quickly
if this continues.

The woman ends her kiss, and now she takes my breasts in her mouth. She
blows on one nipple and flicks it with her tongue, deliciously. My God, how
wonderful. I have never known this. Now the man takes my clitoris between his
lips and inhales it into his mouth, and his tongue slips and turns and licks
me. He does this so well. I feel I am going to come. The woman has one of my
breasts in her mouth, and she is caressing the other with her hand. The man
is licking me faster and faster. I no longer know where I am! I am in a place
where everything is beautiful, magnificent. I scream involuntarily, very
loud. I am aware of my body flailing and snapping when I come. I fall back,
panting, not moving.
How can one have so much pleasure? All that I’ve known till now is nothing
close to this… Thank you for giving me this enormous pleasure.

“So it was good?” the woman asks.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes…”
“She is a passionate one,” the man says. “And she likes oral sex, I would
say.”
“Lie back now, Lauren. That was just an hors-d’oeuvre.”
“Perhaps she would like to go home now,” the man says, smiling.
“Oh… no… I say. I don’t ever want to go home.”
“You are a marvelous girl, Lauren,” the woman says.
“What is your name?”
“Marie-Laure. Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s pretty, Marie-Laure. Gentle, like you.”
“You can watch us while you recuperate a bit, OK?”
I stretch out comfortably on the bed, my back against the headboard, and
look at the mirror across from me: a very happy girl.
“Would you like to take off all your clothes like us?” the man says.
I look at the woman. With a move of her hand she has undressed. What a
body! This is a real woman. A magnificent chest and a stomach that is almost
completely flat. She has red hair on her vagina, and she turns, letting me
admire her very beautiful derriere: two hemispheres with an extraordinary
graceful outline. I have an irresistable urge to touch them.
They are both standing up, near each other, and they really do make a
beautiful couple, physically. The man is still hard. I admire his sex.
I undress completely, as they suggested, and lie down on the bed again,
letting them look at me.

“You have a very beautiful body, Lauren,” the woman says.
“Oh, no, next to yours…”
“We are differently made, but believe me, you have a body that will please
many men.”
“Men! I make fun of them.”
“Really?” says the man.
“You are different.”
“You are beautiful. Open your eyes, Lauren.”
“OK…”
Don’t worry, I’m not going to close them, I think. They are standing
between the bed and the mirror, near the left column of the bed. I can see
their backs in the mirror.
The woman gets down on her knees between the man’s legs, and she does
something that I have never seen or done myself: she takes his penis in her
mouth. This is called “sucking,” I know, and I feel a certain strange awe,
watching.
His penis disappears entirely into her mouth sometimes, then comes out
halfway, then disappears again. Her hand holds it at the base. Sometimes she
takes it out and licks it all over with her tongue, sometimes lengthwise,
sometimes all around. He is very hard.
She puts his penis back in her mouth and sucks hard. She seems to like this
a lot! Is it that good?
My silent question seems to have been heard:
“Would you like to do this yourself?” the woman says.
“I have never done it.”
“So much the better. Come over here. Lie on the bed, on your stomach, so
your mouth will be near my husband.”
I go over. The man is near the bed, and the his sex is about the same
height as the bed. I move over on my hands and knees, and lie with my head near
the man.

“Here is what to do,” he says.
“The most important thing is not to touch my penis with your teeth.”
“Pretend you are licking some ce cream on a stick,” the woman says.
“OK”
“Don’t bite the stick,” the man says, and smiles.
“Put your mouth around me, and lick me as much as possible with your
tongue, all over. You can breathe, suck, lick, whatever you want. If you are
gifted this way, you will sort of know what to do..”
I am very excited, but somewhat hesitant. I move my face nearer his penis.
Inches from my eyes. It is red, somewhat crimson at the end. It pulses
perceptibly. Beautiful.
“Are you afraid?” the woman says.
No, I’m not afraid. You will see. I open my mouth wide and gulp it in, and
close my lips on it. It fills my whole mouth, warm and vibrant. Alive.
I do what I saw the woman do, moving my face backward and forward, letting his
penis almost leave my mouth and moving my mouth back around it again. This is
strange, but I like it. I get more used to it, and I am very happy to taste
and feel this living penis with my tongue and lips. I move it all the way to
the back of my mouth and begin to lick it all over with my tongue, holding
it fairly strongly with my lips.
“Formidable! You have a marvelous tongue,” the man says.
“Hold his penis with your hands, too,” his wife advises.
My mouth is too small to take it all in, and I hold the part that is still
outside fairly firmly with my hand, moving it in and out of my mouth. Then
I remember the other part, and take it out and lick it from bottom to top,
and go around it with my tongue. His pubic hair is brown and coarse. It rubs
my face. I rub his penis on my cheeks and kiss him here and there. I touch his
testicles carefully. There is less hair near his navel, which I touch with my
tongue. I put his penis back in my mouth and close my eyes.
I prefer to have it in my mouth. I suck more strongly and lick and lick and
purse my cheeks and move back and forth. How nice. I have found something
wonderful.. I will want to do this again, often.

“Stop,” The man says.
I stop, surprised.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“Oh, no. But I was about to come, and I don’t want to do that now.”
“Really, you liked it?”
“Yes. You have a marvelous talent.”
Marvelous talent. Marvelous tongue. Lots of girls have told me that, but
never a man. I am proud. I want to be a complete woman, sexually, as soon as
possible.
“Let’s go to the end of the bed,” the woman says, “we have only begun.”
She says this as she gently touches my face.
I like both of them…

She leans forward with her back to him, and puts her elbows on the bed. I
see her lovely buttocks in the mirror, fuller than mine, not as hard. As she
leans forward, I see her tan back and the bumps of her spine and the way her
ass begins. Splendid. Her legs are slightly apart, and I see her blond pubic
hair in the mirror. She puts her head on her arms; her breasts touch the fur.
The man moves behind her and puts his penis in her vagina. He enters slowly,
with no apparent effort, and when he is well inside her, he takes hold of her
hips and holds her to him very firmly. He doesn’t move forward and backward,
but in a circular way, with his hips. I imagine that this way his penis
touches every part of her inside. I see him begin to caress her in front,
too, with his finger.
“Ohhh…”
The woman is making little noises, sort of cries, as he does this, which
stop sometimes, when the man thrusts his hips forward suddenly. Then she cries
out more intensely, in a satisfied way.
Her large eyes are half closed, but then she looks at me and says:
“Caress yourself, Lauren. I want to see your fingers between your thighs,
while my husband makes love to me. Pretend you are in bed, at night.”
Good idea. No need to ask twice. With a certain feeling of exhibitionism, I
move over to her and open my thighs as wide as I can and begin to masturbate
carefully.
The man caresses the woman more quickly, with his middle finger, rubbing
all over her clitoris. He thrusts with his hips more often, shaking the bed.
“Caress youself well,” the woman says, “Oh. I am going to come. Stonger,
deeper, cheri. Go, go. Caress yourself, Lauren, I’m coming…”
Now the man moves backward and forward in her with a steady rhythm, fairly
quickly, and his caressing finger is electrified. Her eyes turn up. I stop
masturbating and watch, captivated, until the woman collapses on her stomach
on the bed, her feet on the ground,” the man still inside her, his hand between
the bedspread and her stomach.
Very delicately, he takes away his hand and slowly removes his penis. The
woman does not move; her head rests on her left arm. The man is still hard,
and glistens with her liquid. That’s good. He has not come. I hope a lot more
will happen tonight.

“Since you seem to like licking me, would you like to do that some more?”
“Yes, very much.”
I start to get up.
“No, no. Don’t move.”
I stay as I am, half sitting up, my head leaning lightly against the head-
board. The man gets up on the bed and walks over to stand above me, with one
foot on each side of me. His penis is nice to look at that way. Then he kneels
down, with his knees on each side of my breasts and his penis about an inch
from my mouth. He puts one arm behind my head and moves it forward until my
lips are touching his sex. I open my mouth, and he moves his hips forward and
puts it in. Now he is holding my head with both hands, and I am immobilized.
“Don’t move. Just open your mouth and lick my penis when it is in your
mouth.”
The man begins to move forward and backward in my mouth. Exactly as if it
were my vagina, going deep in my throat sometimes. I move my tongue all over,
licking his penis and sucking him hard.
“What a mouth you have. A palace,” he says.
He moves in and out more rapidly. His penis becomes very large, and I have
to open my jaws wide. I have a lot in my mouth, but this is nice.
“Do you want to come like this?” his wife asks.
“No, no. But you know, this kid is fabulous.”
He continues to go in and out, and I continue to make a sex for him with my
mouth. I breathe as much as I can, each time he withdraws. He slows down.
I close my eyes and feel. A miracle in my mouth. Warm, wonderful darkness
and silence. He moves in and out, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, for a
long time. I don’t know how long. I have stopped thinking. I can only feel.
With my mouth. His wonderful, moving, warm penis. The slow rhythm reminds
me of sailboats with large white wings. I cry. He caresses my face. I love
him. I cry some more. I am so happy. After some time, he stops. I look up.
His eyes are closed, and he is totally still. I move my head to take him in
deeper again, but his wife says:
“No. Not yet. The sightest movement…”
The man opens his eyes and relaxes.
“You are marvelous, Lauren.”
“Well, cheri, perhaps you would leave Lauren to me while you calm down.
Would you like that Lauren?”
“Yes. Very much.” (What a question!)
“OK,” the man says, and he gets off the bed and goes to sit in an armchair,
where he can see everything. His penis is still very hard.

The woman lies down with her head near my thighs.
69. I do it often with my girlfriends, and I like it a lot. Now I can show
them what I know…
She takes me by the hips and swings me on top of her, very quickly. She is
bigger than I am. She takes a pillow and puts it under her buttocks and puts
her knees up in the air, around my body, and we are nose to sex.
“You’ve already done this, I guess.”
“Of course.”
I feel perfectly at ease with them now, and I talk frankly, with no fear.
“Have you ever tried anal intercourse?” the man says.
“No.”
“Would you like to?” his wife says.
“No. I think it would hurt.”
“Not really,” she says. “And many women have stronger climaxes that way.
Perhaps you are one of them.”
They are marvelous temptors. The idea never really occured to me, but now
that they mention it…
“Well, why don’t you get busy instead of talking,” the man said from the
armchair, where he was gently masturbating.
I get a little crazy. Some things do that to me. I used to ask my boyfriend
to masturbate often, because it excited me a lot. Seeing the man caress his
penis while doing this with his wife is very exciting for me.
The woman puts her tongue in my vagina and moves it around and licks me
very well. Her lips and nose are delightful. She touches me sometimes with her
fingers. I stop watching the man, and put my face between her thighs. She has
a slight odor, different from my girlfriends’, which exites me more.
My mouth and nose and chin are surrounded by hair, which covers her sex
completely. I have to use my fingers, and then, there, a very long clitoris
that guards the cave where I will drink from the sweetest of springs…

We play in these springs, very seriously. And laugh. I don’t know how many
times, or how long. My orgasm is continuous, as is hers, I know, as she
writhes under me. We go crazy. I move my fingers around in her vagina as I
caress her clitoris with my tongue. I feel the shocks of her orgasms with her
clitoris in my mouth. She puts her finger into my anus, a delicious surprise,
and I hold it tight as it moves all around in me, throwing my senses
off-balance. I do the same, leaving three fingers of my other hand in her
vagina. I have never done this to anyone. You can’t think of everything.
I am surprised: once past the entrance, I can move it very freely inside. I
try to do everything I can with it, in this new world.
Her clitoris is still in my mouth and she moves continuously under me,
tasting me constantly, sucking and licking and rubbing and doing things that
feel new to me. She caresses my derriere as I come. And holds me gently, and
pulls me this way and that, and sometimes holds me very firmly with her arms
and legs when I come, which intensifies my climax, as I struggle to thrash
out, without being able to move. I am dimly aware of the weight of the man as
he gets on the bed. The woman takes her finger out of my anus and puts two
fingers in my vagina, moving them rapidly. This excites me even more, taking
me farther away from the world. I continue to work away with my hands and my
mouth.

I feel the man’s hand spreading my buttocks. Why? I want them both to do
whatever they want with me. I belong to them…
Now his tongue licks my anus, which feels very sweet, a new kind of
pleasure. He points his tongue and tries to enter me there. And she licks me,
and moves her fingers inside me, and I do the same. And I have a tongue in my
anus, and my finger in the woman’s. Mmmmm. I hope this this never ends.
Then the man’s tongue leaves and soon I feel his body, pressing against me.
He pushes his hard and warm penis between my buttocks. I want him to put it
in my vagina. Enter me. I nibble the woman’s clitoris and move my fingers in
her vagina and move my finger in her anus more and more. She sucks in my
clitoris and licks it quickly and continuously. I have never felt higher.
I feel the man’s hand join hers near my vagina, but it does not stay there.
He seems to be wetting his fingers. Take me, soon. I lick frantically now. I
want him inside me. I need him inside me. She had him before, but I haven’t had
him yet. Fuck me!
There. He is moving over me. I think he is taking his sex in his hand,
and… but no, he puts a finger in my anus. He puts it in and takes it out,
several times. Not bad, but it’s not enough for me now. Fuck me. Put your penis
in me. Why doesn’t he understand? And then I realize what he is going to do: my
anus, not my vagina. I am still a virgin there, but not for long. I am so
excited that I feel no fear at all. I want him to take me, there or anywhere
else. The woman said that sometimes the climax is stronger there… Well.
Yes, I feel his penis touching my anus, and I feel the end begin to go in.
Go quickly. I can’t wait.
He presses harder and harder. I don’t feel any pain. His sex is perfectly
lubricated and seems to slide in by itself. Really, I feel no pain, no
tearing. Now I am complete, sexually. The man goes in very cautiously, and
soon I feel his pelvis and pubic hair touching my buttocks.

“Are you OK?”
“Yes,” I say, panting, my mouth in the woman’s sex.
This penis in my derriere brings me a certain sense of regeneration, and my
excitement starts over, fresh again. I suck and lick at the woman’s sex
furiously and move my finger faster in her anus, imagining what the man is
feeling. The woman’s fingers have left my vagina, but her mouth and her
tongue are doing wonderful things to me. Better than I have ever felt before.
What a couple. Now I can say it for sure: You make a beautiful couple.
Now the man moves in me, and I feel something extraordinary: with each
movement I seem to go out of my body. I become another being. My womb is
apotheosis, truth and nirvana. This penis inside me is the instrument of an
ultimate climax, which started with the first movement of the man, one that
will never leave me. It grew slowly in me, and now transcends me. The man moves
faster and faster. I can no longer lick the woman or move my fingers. I stop.
But she continues wonderfully. And his penis moves and moves, tearing out
inarticulate cries of joy. And suddenly, a superclimax comes from some secret
depth and shakes me and carries me away. The man moves very, very fast and
gasps for air. The women licks my clitoris dementedly. I escape the world.
Everything.

The man thrusts very hard, twice, crushing me completely against the
woman’s sex, and I scream. I feel the man’s sperm jetting within me in bursts.
I grab the fur with my hands and tear at it with my fingernails. I take the
woman’s sex in my mouth again, and I am sure that the three of us come
together.
But for me, it is more than a climax. It is beyond that, outside of
everything. I know this. I believe I will never know such a pleasure again.
We stay there together, her sex in my mouth and her lips on my sex and the
man with his penis, still hard, inside me. Its hardness goes away very slowly,
and I keep the heat of his sex inside me for a long time.

We stopped there for the night. We used the time which remained to lie down
together. I was in the middle, and they each held my hands. It was sweet,
very tender. Taking me home, they said they were leaving the next day for
Cameroun, where the man worked. They had been in France for two months.
We exchanged addresses. I write to them at Christmastime, and they write back.
They were more important to me than I was to them–that night they were
everything for me.

‘Oh well,’ Karen thought as she whipped her torso around, cracking
her back and relieving some of the stress. Sometimes, she thought,
she really should hire a professional masseuse to give her backrubs on
days like this. Perhaps, at the same time, she should get one of those
massaging chairs to sit on — all this paperwork was really getting
to her, making her back sore. ‘Maybe it was just the lack of calcium
in her diet — milk certainly does the body good,’ she thought as she
fumbled to put on her sneakers. Walking to her apartment was surely
not going to be a trip that she was looking forward to.

“Hey Karen.” A familiar voice rang in the office. It was one of her
employees, a guy by the name of Scott. “You wanna’ go out with the
office and get some drinks? You really look beat, maybe a few beers
will relax you.”

‘What a nice boy,’ Karen thought. Scott was probably one of the nicest,
if not best looking employees in her firm. Though not the most handsome
of men, he was definitely someone who commanded respect with his calm,
cool presence and his excellent fashion sense. “Ahhhhh, sure Scott –
when are we goin’?”

Karen glanced over at the clock, it was already 6:37pm — she was hoping
to get a few minutes to dress and change before she went.

“How’about 7:30 at the Red Dragon?”

“Sure, that sounds great… I’ll meet you guys there, I’m just going to
go home, pop a quick shower and get dressed. Who else is going?”

“I don’t know. So far just you, me, Cathy and her boyfriend,” Scott said,
wincing a little bit because he was afraid that Karen would think that
he was hitting on her.

“No problem — I’d better get going then…” Karen quickly pulled on
her sneakers and packed her heels in her tote-bag not at all looking
forward to the walk home.

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‘What to wear? What to wear,’ Karen thought, throwing her clothes
around randomly from her closet. ‘Ahhhh, this’ll be nice.’ Pulling out
a black skirt to match her olive-green blouse and black-plaid jacket
Karen quickly pulled the skirt on…

‘Damn, it’s already 7:15!! I’m going to be late.’ Always punctual,
sometimes neurotically so, was a trait of hers that friends, business
associates and everyone appreciated about her. ‘What hose am I going
to wear?’ Quickly pulling out some black nylons was always a trick
especially when you aren’t sure which side is front and which is the back.

‘Damn, late… 7:20 already’ Panicking, Karen threw on a
coat and ran out the door, barely slipping on her heels.
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“Heyyyy Karen,” beamed Scott, he always had the cutest smile, “thought
you’d be late — probably the first in years eh?” He elbowed her lightly,
everyone knew that he was just jibbing her — digging in that little
knife, reminding her of how anal she really was.

“Yep.. but a hell of a lot better than the first interview you had!”
Two could play at that game — the very first time the two met was
Scott’s interview; apparently he had gone out drinking the night before
and, as such, woke up quite late, not late enough to miss the interview,
but late enough to leave some shaving cream on his lip. Everyone teased
him about it since the first day, people thought that he looked somewhat
like a mad-dog.

“Let’s play a game — how’about the name game?” Suggested Scott.
“I’m sorry — have I introduced you? This is John, Cathy’s boyfriend”
Always polite Scott pulled away Karen’s chair as she stood to shake
John’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.” A handshake firmer than any man’s was Karen’s
trademark. Along with the superior grip-position that she held made
her psychiatry professoor at Harvard tell her that she was entirely the
domineering personality-type — not that she doubted it.

“Okay… how do you play?” John asked, apparently he was unfamiliar
with the game.

“Easy, first you start by … … …”

. . . Drink-fest 1993 . . . Everyone get’s drunk and happy.
. . . “Hey, Karen, where are the briefs for tommorrow’s meeting?”
Scott was drunk, everyone could see that. Despite how big he was he
certainly was swaying back and forth. All night Scott was hitting on
her, touching her knees and stroking her thighs. At this point it was
definitively driving her up the wall and there was no question that Scott
was making her horny — not that she wasn’t playing the devil either,
rubbing her toes up and down his shins and sometimes even brushing past
his crotch.

“Whoa big guy, they’re at my place — you should probably pick them up.”
Karen suggested it. She was a little buzzed and felt the alcohol numb
her lips. It wasn’t a big deal though, even though she was light
in weight she had the liver of an Irishwoman. It wasn’t her liver,
however, that she was thinking of — Scott started putting his hand up
her skirt. Karen could feel that she was getting more and more excited
– her pulse quickened a little and this new stimulation was beginning
to make her breath come a little shorter.

“Oh, that’s right, I should go and get the briefs for tommorrow’s
meeting.” What a nice guy, Karen thought, Scott was definitely trying to
make it sound like business as usual for them… everyone of the guys,
she knew, wanted to ‘make it’ with the boss. It certainly wasn’t the
easiest thing being an attractive woman in charge of a large lawfirm:
when you’re commanding people call you a bitch, when you’re not they
think they can run all over you. But those times had passed and everyone
respected Karen’ s mind and personae greatly — Scott was just trying
to save her the embarrassment.

“Sure big boy, don’t fall down there… Party’s over!” Karen announced,
Scott had a little too much to drink and Cathy/John just seemed ready
to pass out. The name game had definitely taken its toll on everyone;
everyone, that is, except for her — when she was young she had taken
the time out to memorize the Who’s Who in America… obviously a boon
when playing the name-game with shots of hard-liquor.

“Uh, Miss, would you like the check?” It was the bartendar. Scott
quickly stroked his big toe against her crotch — it made Karen gasp
a little.

“Sure, drinks on me — time to go Scott.” She slapped down her credit
card and started putting her jacket on. Luckily Scott wasn’t all THAT
drunk, he got up obediently and slung his coat on. Boy, this was going
to be an interesting night — both she knew and Scott knew that no one
was going to sleep THIS evening…

(MF, 1st time, Medieval)

Christina, daughter of Landaus the woodsman, stood

staring with pride at her betters as they passed by

in splendid procession. She could see Lord Malinov

riding beside his lady’s litter and was hoping to see

the wondrous Lady Diana.

The people loved her not just for her beauty but for

her beneficent influence upon the Court. Ever since

she arrived at the castle their lord had been kind

and generous to his people.

Cheers went up as Lord Malinov threw the obligatory

coins to the crowd, his magnificent presence dazzling

all the girls – and many of the men too, if the truth

were told.

Christina’s heart swelled as his cortege of young

warriors faithfully trooped across the meadow road

bridge in the wake of their lord and lady. Their liege

lord was returning in triumph from the Holy Land, and

stories of his valor had flown like dragon’s fire

through the villages.

Christina had been moved to tears by the story of Sir

Andrew, the young knight who had saved his lord by

taking an arrow in the chest that had been aimed at

Lord Malinov. She could see the young man resting

comfortably on a cart, in a place of honor just behind

Lady Diana’s litter.

Christina’s tears began to flow again when she thought

of the bravery of this perfect young knight, and of his

terrible wound.

At last the procession passed into the Castle Malinov.

All the fine people would be making merry tonight. It

was Solstice, and a banquet would be held as usual.

Christina, along with many other peasant women living

in the forest surround, had been charged to help with

the festivities. Living so close to the castle meant

they were often required to serve their master at table

when a big feast was in the making. Christina had often

served in the kitchen as a child.

However, grown-up now, she had been instructed for the

first time to serve in the great hall. Lady Malinov

always required her serving wenches to ‘be of comely

nature and person.’ As a perfect hostess, it was only

natural that the Lady Diana would want to please her

guests’ visual, as well as culinary, tastes.

Christina thrilled at the thought of serving the nobles

that very evening; she could hardly wait. She happily

skipped homewards, day-dreaming of feasts, of gentle-

folk and handsome knights…

*

Several hours later, in the warm castle kitchens…

*

Christina’s Aunty Bessy shouted from her place in front

of the hearth: “Christina girl! Keep your mind on the

task at hand, will ye!”

Christina blushed when she realized that she’d been

standing and gazing at her reflection in the silver

tray she’d been instructed to polish. “Sorry, aunty.

I must have been daydreaming. It’s just that I’m so

excited to be serving gentlefolk; I’ve always longed

to do it. Oh, aunty! Isn’t it just wonderful to be so

close to so much glitter and fine trappings.”

Her aunty just grunted and turned back to the roasting

boar turning on the spit over the fire, while Christina

looked once more at her reflection in the gleaming

tray.

The boys in the village often commented on her good

looks. Christina just knew she could turn all heads,

even those of her betters, if she was properly washed

and groomed. She was proud of her looks, and had always

been careful with her body, not doing any of the

foolish things some of the local girls got up to. She

was sure she was meant to be something special, more

than just a farmer’s wife.

Hearing her aunty start to grumble again, Christina

quickly went back to work, preparing for that night’s

feast.

*

…Night is falling. The great hall is alive

with music and revelry…

*

Pageantry and gaiety had always been like a drug to

Christina. Tonight she’d been assigned to a position

at the head of the hall, which meant that she’d be

serving her lord and lady, and also the guests of

honor. She was so nervous at first that she thought

she was going to faint, and almost did when the

gracious Lady Diana turned towards her and smiled as

Christina was filling her glass.

Christina made sure to place herself close to handsome

young Sir Andrew, the bravest knight in the realm. Sir

Andrew was a mystery to the common folk in the forest

surround. He came from across the narrow sea, and spoke

with a strange accent. His parents were almost mythical

figures. Eli The Bearded was known by one and all as

a great war leader in his land, while the Lady Cyrrh,

his wife, was both feared and respected on both sides

of the water for her magical powers.

Christina made a special effort to please the young

knight with the illustrious pedigree, waiting on his

every whim, always at hand when he looked as if he

might want something.

The feasting and entertainment continued late into the

evening, by which time many of the guests were well

into their cups, and boisterous in their merry-making.

As she weaved between the guests conversing at the

table, Christina noticed Sir Andrew favoring her with

a smile, not to mention a wink of his eye! She was

ecstatically happy to have been noticed by such a

handsome and illustrious knight.

*

Later that evening, the embers were burning low…

*

As the night wore on, the serving girls had less and

less to do. Making one of her rounds, Christina was

both surprised and pleased when Sir Andrew reached out

and pulled her down on to the bench next to him.

“You’re a pretty wench!! What’s your name?”

She blushed with embarrassment and excitement,

answering in a small voice: “Christina, great sir.”

He laughed at her timid response and said, cheerfully:

“You sound shy, but you weren’t too shy to flirt with

me just now.”

Christina was taken aback. Had she been that obvious?

Oh well, at least he’d noticed her! She answered

softly: “I hope I did not offend the great lord. It

was not what I intended.” She gave him her most

appealing ‘innocent little girl’ look. She’d used that

look to great effect on the peasant boys in her

village, and wondered how a nobleman would react to

such a rustic device.

Sir Andrew saw before him a very pretty peasant girl,

with a very fetching look on her lovely face. Having

her so close to him was making him sexually aroused.

He was surprised to feel anything at all. His wound,

and the sea travel, combined with little opportunity

or inclination, had meant that he hadn’t shared a

woman’s bed for more than six months.

As, however, he looked into this girl’s lovely eyes,

a need grew within him. He smiled at her and, gently

pulling her towards him, kissed her soft lips.

Though she tried not to show it, Christina was beside

herself with excitement. A noble knight had actually

kissed her. She could die now, and life would have been

fair to her. Joy and love surfaced in her as she kissed

him back, pushing her supple young body against his in

sudden urgent need. One of her hands came to rest

comfortably on the young man’s crotch, hidden under

the table.

Christina didn’t really know what she was doing, but

Caroline, her older cousin, had told her that men liked

having that part touched by women.

Sir Andrew almost choked when he felt her hand between

his legs, and his eyes widened as she massaged his

growing erection through the material of his breeches.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing?, he wondered.

They sat together for hours, while the feasting

gradually died down and guests began making their way

into the darker recesses of the great hall, to sleep.

Sir Andrew, as befitting a knight, had his own area by

the north wall. His sleeping quarters were smallish,

but reasonably private, and his thoughts turned towards

using this privacy to bed this pretty wench. When the

great Lord Malinov and the beautiful Lady Diana rose

to toast Solstice, all who still could held their

goblets high and chanted their lords’ name the

prescribed amount of times.

With a flourish of his robes Lord Malinov turned and,

his lady at his side, dismounted from the dais. They

made their way past their guests, nodding to the

occasional friend; pausing here and there.

The royal couple halted at Sir Andrew’s side, and Lord

Malinov wished him the very best of fortune. To

Christina’s amazement, Lady Diana leaned forward and

kissed Sir Andrew on the cheek, whispering: “Thank you,

kind sir. Your service to the kingdom, and to me, has

created a debt I can never repay. I can never thank

you enough for taking my husband’s life into your

hands, and will always be grateful to you.”

She stood up, her back erect, her perfect body held

with dignity, and her eyes shining with tears of

gratitude.

Christina watched in a kind of ecstasy the noble

couple’s graceful exit from the great hall. Her recent

thoughts about having a good time, and relieving the

lust that had been building within her, had disappeared.

Admiration for her liege lord and his lady fair over-

whelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Sir Andrew watched his little serving wench gaze at

the retreating figures of her lord and mistress, and

thought he was seeing the flush of innocent youth at

the moment of perfection. Though not more than 23

himself, he saw the innocent happiness radiating from

the young girl’s face as a light in darkness.

His need was growing again, and he thought to himself:

‘I will have her flower tonight. I’ll take her

virginity, and be whole again.’ The thought stirred his

loins, and he leant over and cupped one hand over one

of Christina’s soft, round breasts.

Christina started at the intimate contact, but then

accepted it gladly. Turning her clear blue eyes on the

young knight’s dark, smoldering ones, she kissed him

deeply, which in turn made him more urgent in his own

caresses.

Suddenly, without a word, he stood up and pulled

Christina to her feet. Taking her by the hand, he led

her into the dark recesses of the great hall, toward

his pallet. The young couple giggled together as they

stumbled over lesser knights and guests, forced to make

do with reed mats on the hall floor.

Christina was shocked to see couples copulating in

plain sight, some being watched as a kind of show by

their neighbors. She giggled nervously when she passed

them, her knight responding by passionately kissing her

neck and ear.

*

The great hall. A knight’s billet…

*

Sir Andrew lit a small taper before getting the young

servant girl to stand before him and beginning to

undress her. She wore simple clothing, without either

buttons or snaps, just peasant-style little ties that

were easy to undo.

While he removed her garments one by one, Christina

stood very still, her arms slightly out from her sides,

wondering what Sir Andrew was planning for her. She had

no experience in this sort of affair.

Her heart pounded as her body was lovingly uncovered

by her paramour. Deciding at last she ought to do

something herself, she started unbuttoning Sir Andrew’s

tunic while he was still engaged in removing her

garments. Soon the young couple were both standing

naked.

Sir Andrew was aware that he was hard again, and

marveled at it. There’d been a time when he thought

he’d never feel lust again, but now, standing before

this common, but beautiful little vixen, he was fully

erect, and horny as a goat. Her body promised him all

the physical delights that a woman could offer.

He reached out to fondle her delightful breasts, and

was pleased to see her dusky-pink nipples harden at

his touch.

Christina hadn’t realized how beautiful a man’s body

could be. She’d assumed that, under their clothing,

all men were like her Uncle George – hairy and rough.

She’d seen her uncle working in the fields without his

shirt, and saw little resemblance between that memory

and the almost hairless, well-muscled body of Sir

Andrew.

She noticed his terrible scar at the place where the

arrow had entered his body. She reached out to touch

the spot, at the same moment looking downward and

seeing the evidence of his maleness pointing at her.

Christina was fascinated by the sight of Sir Andrew’s

straining penis. She’d never thought before about a

man’s sexual organ. Of course, growing up as she had

in the fields of the forest surround, she’d seen

animals doing it, and naturally had seen her little

brother nude on many occasions. But they hadn’t looked

anything like the meaty pole that was standing erect

before her.

Unsure of what was expected of her, she shyly reached

out her hand and touched the aroused organ. It felt

hot, almost burning, to her cool hand. Intrigued, she

gripped the young knight’s erect penis and gently

squeezed.

Sir Andrew groaned, immensely enjoying the sensation.

He was, indeed, a little surprised that this young

beauty was acting in such a forward manner. He was used

to girls accepting his advances as if he were entitled

to make them, but this one was lively indeed.

Christina began pulling the smooth skin of her lover’s

penis up and down the shaft, revelling in the pleasure

she saw on Sir Andrew’s face. She was enjoying herself

too; the feel of his hot sex in her hand stirred

strange feelings inside her. She wanted this beautiful

man more than anything, and was more than willing do

anything he asked of her.

Her cool touch on his hot erection was all that was

needed to make Sir Andrew convinced he’d be able to

perform the sexual act. Indeed, he felt so aroused

that he started to worry that he might come too soon.

He began exploring the young girl’s body with his

hands, running them over her smooth skin; her

shoulders, soft breasts, thighs and flat stomach. She’s

truly a lovely wench, he thought, considering himself

fortunate that he could look forward to having her that

night.

As her hand smoothed his precum fluid over his shaft,

he felt himself begin to lose control and reached out

to stop her. Holding her lovely shoulders with his

battle-scarred hands, he gently pushed Christina down

onto his pallet, still marveling at the perfection he

saw by the dim light of the taper.

Nuzzling his swollen sex organ in between her legs, Sir

Andrew parted her sweet nether lips with his thumb and

forefinger, and pushed his bulging cockhead into her,

stretching the opening into her vagina.

Christina’s eyes opened wide when she felt him fumbling

at her crotch. She knew, in a general way, what he was

doing; she just didn’t know quite what would come next.

When his manhood opened her up she gasped in surprise,

amazed that something that big could possibly fit

inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to concen-

trate on what was being done to her.

It felt strange, and a little painful, but Christina

didn’t care about the pain. She was being taken by a

nobleman, and on Solstice. If she became pregnant, she

would be important and have high status in the village.

And to happen on Solstice would make it doubly lucky.

The thought of having Sir Andrew’s baby made her eager

and excited.

Meanwhile, the knight was having a little trouble

forcing himself into the young serving wench, because

her tunnel was exceptionally tight. He approved that

in principle, but it meant he would have to hurt her.

Might as well get it over with, he thought.

He thrust his hips downward, forcing his now-slick

shaft deep into Christina.

“Ooowwee! Gggod!” she moaned when the pain knifed

through her body.

Sir Andrew moved his lips to her ear and said quietly:

“Don’t worry. I’ve just taken your flower. You’ll feel

fine in just a minute, I promise. Trust me, will you?”

Christina lay quietly under her handsome knight, tears

welling up in her eyes, her legs spread for his plea-

sure. She nodded, waiting for him to do his will,

whatever that might be.

He placed his hands on either side of Christina’s

chest, and levered his upper body up and away from

hers so he could look into her eyes. “You trust me,

don’t you? I won’t hurt you unnecessarily. You do know

that, don’t you?”

He smiled encouragingly, and Christina almost forgot

the pain. Then he moved inside her again and the pain

momentarily returned, but not for long.

The knight was so overwhelmed by his desire after so

long abstinence that it took just a few strokes in and

out of Christina’s warm, velvety tunnel for him to

achieve orgasm. Thrusting himself against Christine’s

pelvic bone, he felt the once-familiar release he’d

missed for so long, his seed spurting copiously from

his body into hers. The resulting intense orgasmic

relief was a feeling he’d almost forgotten.

Christina now began enjoying herself. She joyed in

being rodded by this beautiful young man, and was

beginning to match his moves when he suddenly tensed,

simultaneously pushing his organ hard into her. His

body’s vigorous thrust, pressing against her pubic

mound, sent a thrill right through her, and at the

same time she felt Sir Andrew’s hot sperm jet into

her womb. It tickled, as spurt after spurt forced its

way deep inside.

She uttered an involuntary sigh of satisfaction, while

her lover grunted as he emptied his seed into her.

*

The great hall. Sounds of pleasure

fill the night…

*

After that first time there was no stopping Christina,

and she and her knight copulated time and again, all

the night through. There were some gruff rebukes from

neighbors, offended by the noise of their lovemaking,

but the young lovers took no notice.

Christina was in love. She’d never expected to find

anyone that could make her feel so happy. As far as she

was concerned, Sir Andrew was perfect in mind and body,

almost godlike, and, indeed, before the night was over

she was worshipping him like a god.

In the morning she awoke to find that her lover had

already left the hall. Most of the knights were

expected to perform in jousting and other manly arts

as the festival continued, and Sir Andrew had gone to

the jousting field.

She remained for a while in his bed, feeling warm and

sated. Stretching like a well-fed kitten, Christina

thought dreamily about the night that had just passed,

and wondered if Sir Andrew would want to try something

different tonight. She was prepared for anything, and

smiled at the thought.

*

Outside, in the forest surround, on the

jousting ground…

*

Sir Robert addressed his young friend with a tinge of

admiration in his voice. “So, young fellow, who was

that ravishing wench you bedded last night?”

Sir Andrew, who was watching some young bucks dueling

in the competition yard, answered in a distracted tone:

“Dunno. Can’t remember her name, but she was a great

fuck. Why don’t you try her out tonight?”

Sir Robert looked a little surprised. “You’re sure

about that, are you? Of course, if you really don’t

want her any more I’ll be happy to bed her.”

Sir Andrew said carelessly: “With my wound I couldn’t

take two nights like that in a row. Besides, I’ve got

my eye on another wench who served me breakfast a

little while ago. So feel free.”