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.

We ran a courtesy car to the airport every hour and
occasionally when we had more than a full load, either the
building manager or myself would run out to pick up the
overflow in our personal cars. On the night I will tell you
about, I was ready to leave to go to a night baseball game at
Sox park with my manager when I got the call from our driver
that there was one stewardess at American Airlines he couldn’t
pick up.

I hopped in my car and picked up Sally R., a very attractive
freckle faced redhead. I wouldn’t call her beautiful, but she
was cute as hell; average height, 5′-4 or 5″, great legs,
lovely ass, and a stunning chest. Not huge, but you certainly
couldn’t miss noticing the curving bulge of her uniform
jacket.

We had kidded around before and said hello when we met and I
had often wondered if there was anything more there. I
suggested to her that maybe she would like to go out for a few
drinks and maybe dinner and she thought that would be nice. I
dropped her off at her apartment and told her I had to make a
couple of phone calls but would be waiting for her in the
office of the building.

My wife already knew I was going to the ball game, so I called
the manager and told him to take his kid to the game instead
of me, and left the tickets on his desk. Then I called a
nearby restaurant where I knew the owner and asked him to hold
a table in the dark section of the room. This was a great
sneak joint and he was always getting requests to turn down
the lights. You could hardly see your hand in front of your
face in the back room. He said he would reserve the back
alcove for me and wished me luck; I had been there before, you
see.

About 20 minutes later, Sally rang the office buzzer and I
went up to meet her. She had changed from uniform into a
white silk blouse which displayed her beautiful breasts to
great advantage, a short skirt, dark nylons, and black patent
high heels. She looked good enough to eat and I was hoping to
do just that after dinner.

When we got to the restaurant, I ordered scotch and soda and
she asked for a double vodka on the rocks. We chatted about
this and that and then she asked if she could have another
drink. She had really poured that vodka down and when the
waitress came back, Sally told her to bring two doubles to
save herself the extra footsteps. I had been sipping my scotch
and wasn’t ready for another one yet.

Anyway, she inhaled those two and got two more. Could that gal
drink? By the time she finished the first five doubles, she
was pretty well smashed. She looked at me bleary-eyed and
said:

“Why did you ask me out tonight? If you just want to get
laid, say so. Do you think I’m just another piece of ass?
Are you just looking to carve another notch on your cock?”

I was speechless! Sure, I wanted to get into her pants but I
didn’t know quite how to answer her.

“Sally,” I said, “I think you’re a lovely girl…”

She cut me off and said angrily, “Bullshit. First, I’m not a
girl, I’m a woman with a 9 year old kid back in California
living with my mother.”

That put me on the floor again. She had a chip on her
shoulder a mile wide and I couldn’t figure out why she was
challenging me.

“Look,” I said, “We seem to be getting off to a bad start and
I certainly don’t want to fight with you, so if you want,
we’ll skip dinner and I’ll take you home.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she said “I’m sorry I taking
this out on you, but I am so fucking sick being just another
piece of meat to all the men who fly with me that sometimes I
take it out on the wrong person.

“But you’re right, I’ve had too much to drink and if I eat
anything, I might barf it all up, so if you don’t mind, I
would like to go home now.” By this time, the tears were
rolling down her cheeks and her mascara and makeup was a mess.

She looked like a little girl who had been playing makeup with
her mother’s cosmetics. When we got in the car, she snuggled
up to me, put her head on my chest and started to cry in
earnest. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I put my arm
around her, pattter her on the shoulder, and said something
stupid like: “Don’t cry, babe, everything will work out OK.”
This started her crying even harder so I just drove her home
without saying anything more and took her up to her apartment.

I had a pass key and let her in. I asked her if she wanted me
to leave but she said I should stay and she would make some
coffee.

“I desperately need some coffee, don’t you think?”she asked
and put the pot on to brew. “I’ll go clean up a bit and I’ll
be right back.”

I glanced around the room. The place was a mess. Stockings,
pantihose, clothes were strewn everywhere. I could see into
the kitchen where dirty dishes were piled high in the sink.
Sally came out of the bathroom in a few minutes and I was
disappointed to see she had changed into a full length
dressing gown and pink fuzzy slippers.

She had scrubbed her face clean of the smeared mascara and
looked about 13 years old, with her pug nose, dimpled freckled
cheeks, and great green eyes that were tinged with red from
the vodka and tears.

I stood up and she came over to me. She stood on her tiptoes
and brushed her lips across mine.

“I really owe you you an apology for the way I acted at the
restaurant,” she said. “Let me get the coffee and I’ll be
right back.”

“Maybe I should go and we’ll talk some other time.”

“No, please stay,” she said. I really don’t want to be alone
right now. Please?”

I sat back down and she brought out two cups of coffee and put
them down on the table in front of the sofa.

“If I don’t know anything else, I know how to serve coffee,”
she said, giggling. We sipped the hot brew for a few minutes
without saying anything. Then she leaned into me.

“You’re nice,” she said. “Most of the assholes I go out with
would probably have belted me if I talked like that to them,
because they know it’s true. They don’t respect me for a
person; to them I’m just a lay. And most of them are pretty
sad fuckers, too. I don’t think I have an orgasm more than
once out of every 10 or 12 fucks.”

I could feel my cheeks burning; I was blushing like a
12-year-old just caught jerking off.

“Sally, you’re not like that at all and I don’t think of you
like that, either. I wish you wouldn’t talk about yourself
that way.”

“Why?” she asked, “don’t you like me? Don’t you want to go to
bed with me? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I’m only human, Sally, and you are a lovely young woman.
Sure, I want to go to bed with you but I don’t if I could do
anything under these conditions.”

I had never experienced anything quite like this before and I
wasn’t sure how to cope with her. Was she inviting me to go
to bed with her or just telling me to go to hell? I
discovered intent when she took my hand and led me into the
bedroom, then turned to face me and kissed me fiercely,
snaking her tongue into my mouth.

She started unbuttoning my shirt. Her body was lightly
perfumed with a very erotic scent that I couldn’t identify at
the time, but later found out it was a very expensive French
perfume, Bal ‘a Versailles. With her hair piled on top of her
head and her freshly scrubbed face, she looked demure,
spotless, virginal. Suddenly I thought I wouldn’t be able to
manage an erection.

After she unbuttoned my shirt, I finished undresing myself and
lay down on the bed next to her. I kissed her passionately
but still my penis failed to stir. I felt sure that I
couldn’t get it up and mumbled, “I don’t know what’s wrong.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”

Here I was in bed with a good looking young airline stewardess
who was begging to get laid and my perverse pecker refused to
cooperate.

She sat up. “Don’t worry,” she said matter-of-factly, “It
happens all the time. Let me take care of it.” She knelt
over me. I could see the curve of her back and her round firm
ass; her breasts dangled and touched my thighs setting off
sparks in my groin but still my cock slumbered on.

Sally settled her mouth over my flaccid penis but it didn’t do
any good. She pulled on it with her mouth, over and over, but
still nothing happened. I closed my eyes and felt like a
total fool, and then I felt her tongue. It was like a jolt of
electricity!

Her tongue moved in machine-gun bursts, flicking, darting,
jabbing, circling, fluttering. After a dumfounded moment,m I
felt myself stiffen. There was a strange, abstract quality
about it, as if my cock was not mine anymore but belonged to
her. It had never seemed so big and powerful. I felt as
though a tree had taken root in my crotch as my prick began to
throb.

I reached down for her and drew her up to me and got on top of
her. I started to enter her pussy as gently as I could, but
she was very open and wet, and I slid in easily. It was like
she was gulping me in, swallowing me whole; later I learned
that she used a lubricating cream. At first I went in and out
of her slowly, trying to maintain control by pumping in long,
steady strokes. She came up to me, held me, and then fell
back.

Each time she arched up with greater intensity before falling
back. I could feel her muscles tighten, her stomach, hops,
and thighs straining against me. Her nipples seemed to be
boring holes in my chest. She moaned slightly and pressed
harder, holding it longer. Her breath expelled in anguished
gasps and I started to lose control.

All at once she placed her hands on my shoulder and pushed me
aside. “Eat me,” she said. “I can’t get off unless you eat
me first. After that, it’s all right. I don’t know why but I
can’t make it unless you suck my cunt first.”

I really didn’t like to go down on women. Once, when I had
drunkenly gone down on my wife, I found the oder offensive,
the taste rancid, and I had been relieved when she pushed me
away, even though I sensed she really liked it, that if I
tried again, she would not have stopped me a second time.

To my astonishment, I found the smell of Sally mysteriously
delicicious and I wondered what her secret was. I actually
enjoyed the taste of her. When I probed her with my tongue,
she shifter her position on the bed slightly, then adjusted
herself again.

“OOOOOoooooooohhhhhhhh, that’s it,” she said. That’s the spot
right there. Lick me right there, right on my clit.” She
rotated her ass in tight little circles. She started to rise
up against me as she before, but less desperately, more
purposefully and rhythmically.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Oh, my god, that’s so good, Lover.
Do it…Do It…DO IT!!” While she was talking to me, I
couldn’t help thinking that was really talking to herself, and
in her excitement, my own excitement mounted. Stretched out
between her legs, I felt myself stiffen harder than I had ever
been in my life. I was beyond hope, beyond control, beyond
caring about anything in the world other than her cunt and my
cock.

“Oh, sweet jesus!” she cried. “Oh, do it, lover, do it, do
it, do it to me.” I tongued her harder and faster, running my
tongue around her blood engorged lower lips before once again
attacking her clit.

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes yes yes yes yes,” she moaned. “Now,
right NOW! Oh, oh, oh, oh, my god. Oh, lover, oh god, make
me come, oh, I’m coming, coming, commmmmmmmmmmmmmmming…!
She came up against me in one last, prolonged effort and
shuddered. She shuddered again and then she screamed, tossing
her head wildly to and fro. I couldn’t help myself either and
I came too all over the sheet. I could feel the warm fluids
on my belly.

Sally thrashed about momentarily before she fell back limply,
with my resting against the inside of her smooth thigh. I
moved up next to her to take her in my arms and she ran her
hand down toward my crotch.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I got a little excited there myself. I
need a couple of minutes.” She propper herself up on an
elbow. “Tha’s all right,” her speech was slightly slurred.
“I can wait.” Her hair had tumbled down over her eyes and she
shook it back, causing her breasts to rise and fall, pinning
my eyes to them. She had a crooked grin on her face and her
eyes had a faraway, unfocused, glazed look.

She rolled away from me and took some folded tinfoil from a
table by the bed and unwrapped it. There were half a dozen
marijuana cigarettes in the foil package. She lit one,
inhaled deeply and passed it to me. I had tried a few puffs
once before without much effect.

This time, I followed her lead and sucked the smoke in deeply,
holding it in my lungs as long as I could. We passed the
joint back and forth for about five minutes, but I didn’t feel
a thing.

Then it hit me. At first I felt slightly dizzy and then I
began to feel as though I was floating just off the bed. I
was still caught up in this marvelous sensation of free flight
when she bent over me and took me in her mouth again, her
tongue working furiously. When I plugged into her this time,
I wasn’t concerned about coming too fast.

She matched my movements, arching higher against me until she
began to writhe and then she shuddered and screamed once more.
I could feel her fingernails raking my back.

Sally dropped back in apparent exhaustion. After a
moment she opened her eyes. Her pupiles were dilated and she
had an unfocused look as though she was squinting to see
someing better. She had the same crooked grin. “Oh, keerist,
baby,” she said. “I’m so damn hot. I’m so damn fucking hot.

I remained rigid and started to move in her again. “No,” she
said. “Fuck me in the ass.”

My jaw dropped. “Where?”

“My ass. Fuck me in my ass.”

All night long I had been trying without success to achieve
some measure of control over her. Now it looked as though my
efforts were doomed to failure.

“Can you come that way?” I asked lamely. The truth of the
matter was that I had never done it before.

“Yes,” she said. “Hurry, I’m so hot, so hot…”

She twisted away from me and crouched at the end of the bed on
knees, her ass in the air and her face pressed sideways on a
pillow. I stood behind her on the floor with my knees against
the bed.

Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it
along the crack of her ass. Her bottom was unbelievably wet
and slippery. Just the touch of it excited me tremendously.
She guided me to the rosebud of her anus, and the head of my
cock was partly in. I started to shove foreward and she
cried, “Easy! Take it easy!”

She moved slowly against me so that more of my prick went into
her, how much I couldn’t really tell because of all the
wetness and the unreality of it all. Sweat was running down
all parts of my body. She rocked back and against me and I
was into her even further.

As I rocked back, I could feel her sphincter muscle
contracting. One of her hands was at her clitoris, massaging
it frantically. She groaned and grunted and whispered, “Oh,
lover, Jesus lover,” and she yelled, “Give it to me, give me
all of it, more, More, MORE, MORE, MORE!!!”

I thrust into her with my hands grabbing the cheeks of her ass
and she moaned in pain but did not stop. I was drenched with
sweat. I had never been more inflamed in my entire life.
Suddenly, I exploded in her! My breath blew out in a whoosh,
like I had been holding it in all day.

Sally did not let me go, actually clamped her muscle tight to
hold me in her, really forcing my cock to stay semi-erect as
she continued to grind against me, rubbing herself at the same
time until at last her entire body convulsed violently and
there was a final piercing scream the filled the room. Then
she slumped forward, face down, on the bed.

I remained where I was, looking at her trim body. I had never
had a sexual experience in my life to compare with this.
Sweat was still pouring out all over me and my legs shook.
The room was silent as a tomb. I asked her if she was all
right but she did not respond.

I withdrew my aching penis from her ass and stumbled into the
bathroom. The bathroom was crammed with lotions and oils and
creams and shampoos and conditioners and assorted cosmetic
paraphernalia. In contrast with the disarray of the rest of
the apartment, everything was neatly arranged, precisely
marked.

I washed up up, and when I returned to the bedroom, I found
Sally curled up in the bed asleep with her mouth slightly
open. She was clutching a small rust-colored teddy bear. She
was still stark naked and I couldn’t help admiring shapely
body. I shut the door quietly and let myself out.

I called Sally late the next morning and she answered in her
breathless, husky, and very sexy voice. She made no reference
to our evening together, nor did she seem to exhibit any sign
of even knowing who I was.

“Oh, hi,” she had said in a neutral tone, and for an eerie
moment I thought I would have to identify myself beyond my
name by saying someing like “I’m the guy who fucked you in the
ass last night.”

I asked her when I could see her again and she suggested an
afternoon three days later. “I’ll be flying until then and my
roommate will be home. She wants to meet you and I’m sure
you’ll like her.”

When I hung up, I thought about what she had said. If her
roommate was anything like Sally, this would be the beginning
of a very interesting friendship.

When she was about seven months along, our office was notified
that the company auditors would be in for their annual check of
our travel and expense accounts. This was always a nervous time
for everyone, since the auditors were known to be nit-picky about
expense accounts. So, for several weeks, we spent many hours after
work each day reviewing our section’s records. Every penny had to
be accounted for and every voucher had to be correctly filled out
and filed. It was a hectic time for us and we often asked our
secretaries to help out. Unfortunately, my secretary, Marcia, came
down with the flu and was out for a couple of weeks. I really had
my hands full, and was bitching to some of the other supervisors
about not being able to get some temporary help in. Mark Peterson,
Teri’s boss, offered to ask Teri if she would mind helping me out.
Needless to say, I accepted the offer quickly and hoped Teri would
agree.

Mark came by my office the next day and told me Teri agreed
to working late the next couple of nights. Later, Teri came in to
find out what all needed to be done. I let her know what I was
doing and told her I’d see her at 5 o’clock. As we talked, she
smiled at me and winked. I smiled and winked back, thinking of the
couple of times we had gotten together and remembering her naked
body next to mine as we fucked and sucked the nights away. My dick
got hard just thinking about it and I was certainly looking
forward to that evening.

When 5 o’clock arrived, Teri showed up and we started going
over each salesman’s expense record. Teri was very competent and
it went faster than I had expected. We had been working for about
two hours when I suggested we take a break and get something to
eat. All the others had already left the office and we were alone.
Teri asked me, “What did you have in mind to eat?”

“I had thought about having ‘Teri on desk’ for starters,” I
said, only half kidding. During my daydreams, I often thought
about having just that.

“What are you waiting for, then?” she asked. And then she
came up to me, kissed me, and started rubbing my cock through my
slacks. I kissed her back and ran my hands over her back and ass.
As we continued to kiss, I forced my tongue into her mouth and
moved my hands to her tits. They were definitely larger now and I
could feel they had gotten heavier as her pregnancy progressed.

She moaned slightly as I fondled her tits and rubbed her
tummy against me as we stood there. I reached down and ran my
hands over her belly and felt her shiver slightly. I unbuttoned
her blouse and opened it wide so I could get at her boobs. Instead
of unhooking her bra, I pulled the cups up over her tits and
exposed them to the fresh air. The nipples had gotten darker and
became erect as soon as I started to pinch them. I broke our kiss
and bent down to suck her nipples. I sucked one and played with
the other, pinching the nipple and palming and squeezing the tit
until it was erect as it could get. I alternated back and forth
between her boobs as she got hotter. With my other hand, I felt
her belly and ass, running my hand over them and feeling the
tautness of her skin under her clothes.

As I did, she reached down and undid my belt and unzipped my
pants. She reached in and released my cock from its confines and
started to stroke it as she had before. She ran her fist up and
down its length and ran her thumb over the head. As I got more
excited, pre-cum formed at the tip and she smeared it over the
entire head and used it to lubricate her hand.

I broke away from her and cleared the center of my desk off.
I took her hand and led her to the desk and undid her pants. I
slide her pants and her panties down her legs to rest around her
ankles. Then I picked her up and sat her down in the middle of my
desk with her legs dangling over the side. I drew up my chair and
sat down. Now I was staring directly at her pregnant belly and
started licking it all over, while playing with her tits again.
She leaned back a little and spread her legs slightly. I could
just see her pussy nestled between her legs and covered with her
pubic hair. I spread her legs wider at the knees and buried my
head in her crotch. I starting licking her cunt and teasing her
clit with my tongue. I realized we didn’t want to take a great
deal of time, so I wasn’t going to waste any.

She leaned back farther and rested on her elbows. This gave
me unrestricted access to her pussy and I started eating her in
earnest. I separated her cunt lips and ran my tongue back and
forth over her clit. Her juices were flowing now and I lapped up
every drop I could. I kept eating her and running my hands over
her tummy and tits. She was squirming on top of the desk now and I
could tell she wasn’t far from cumming.

I kept eating her pussy, swapping back and forth between her
clit and driving my tongue as deep inside her as I could. I felt
her tense up and start to quake as she came. She moaned a little
louder now, but not as loud as she had when we were at my place or
her apartment. I figured she didn’t want anyone to come along and
investigate the noises in the office. A smart thing to do, as it
wouldn’t help either of our careers if we were caught.

As her orgasm hit her, she humped her pussy against me,
smearing her juices over my mouth and chin. I rode her clit with
my tongue, following it as she humped her ass on the desk.
Finally, she started to settle down and I licked her entire pussy
so I could suck up every drop of her cum and enjoy its taste.

All this time, my cock was sticking straight out of my
slacks, begging for some attention. I stood up and dropped my
pants. Then I moved closer to Teri and put the head of my dick
against her pussy. I rubbed the head against her cunt lips to
cover it with the lubrication she had produced. Finally, I thrust
forward and entered her. I stepped closer and started fucking her
pussy with deep and slow thrusts.

Teri laid back on my desk and spread her legs as wide as she
could so I could penetrate her fully. From my vantage point, I
watched as my prick entered her pussy and then withdrew with each
stroke. I widened my stance and gripped her hips as I pumped in
and out of her. With each stroke, I could see her pussy expand to
take my cock inside and watched as her outer lips slowly released
their hold on me. I was going as deep inside her as I could, and
watched as my cock buried itself up to my balls in her pussy.

I released her hips and held her swollen belly. As I kept
thrusting in and out of her pussy, I ran my hands over her
pregnant body. As I did, she started to hump her ass forward to
meet my thrusts and reached down between her legs to hold my cock
between her fingers. With each thrust, her tits would roll back
and forth and her belly would quiver. I moved my hands to her legs
and held her thighs, squeezing and kneading her flesh as we
fucked.

I felt my balls tighten up and my cock seemed to grow inside
her as I pumped my cum into her pussy. I thought my cock would
spurt its hot load for hours, but finally, I stopped and my cock
lost its hardness. I continued to watch as it went limp and
slipped out of her pussy with a slight sucking noise. As I stepped
back, she slid down off the desk and knelt between my legs. She
took my cock into her mouth and sucked it clean of our cum. Her
tits were still exposed and I bent down and fondled them. As I
did, we heard the elevator stop and the rattle of mops and pails.
It was the cleaning crew, so we quickly dressed and sat back down
as if we were still working.

The cleaning lady knocked on the door and came in when I
answered her. She asked if we wanted her to clean up now or wait
until we were finished. I told her, we had just finished up for
the evening and were preparing to leave. Teri smiled at my comment
and licked her lips. We really had just finished for the evening,
but both of us hoped there would be more overtime in the future.

The next day, Teri called me and told me she couldn’t work
overtime, since her husband’s car was in the shop and she had
driven him to work. I was disappointed and let her know I could
drive her home the next day if she still needed a ride. She said
that would be fine and she would let her husband drive her in.

All that day and the next, I waited for work to be over.
Finally, quitting time came and Teri came down to my office and we
started going through the accounts again. We worked hard, getting
as much out of the way while others were still in the office, but
after the last person had left, we finished up the account we were
working on and put everything aside. Teri came over and sat on my
lap. I kissed her and ran my hand over her body as she sat there.

I felt the outline of her belly through the blouse she wore
and softly traced the curves. I unbuttoned her blouse and fondled
her tits through her bra. I could see her dark nipples and pinched
each until it was hard and erect. I leaned my head down and gently
bit each one. Then I removed her blouse and bra and felt her tits
and belly and we continued to kiss. She stood up and undid my tie
and shirt, stripping each off of me. Then, as I took off my
slacks, she undid her pants and let them slide to the floor. We
both finished undressing in a hurry and stood before each other
naked.

As I looked at her, my cock got hard and I reached down and
started to stroke it. She saw what I was doing and started to
pinch her nipples and finger her clit. She had to reach around her
belly to do it and bent down a little in the process. When she
did, her tits swayed out just a little and I reached out with my
other hand and played with them. Then we traded and she took my
cock in her hand and resumed stroking it while I fingered her
pussy and kept playing with her tits.

She stroked my cock with long, even strokes. Not holding it
too tight and letting her hand rub over the sensitive head. I
fingered her pussy, running my finger as deep inside her as I
could and rubbing my thumb over her clit. She reached down with
her other hand and started playing with my balls and I pinched her
nipples and ran my hand over her swollen tummy. As we did, we kept
an eye on the clock, alert for the cleaning crew so we wouldn’t be
interrupted.

Finally, Teri was as wet as she could get and I was as hard.
I turned her around and bent her over the desk with her head on
her folded arms. Her ass was smooth and inviting as I reached
between her legs and played with her pussy again. I stepped up
until my dick was at the entrance to her cunt and spread her pussy
open to accept it. As the head entered her, she thrust back and
buried my cock deep on the first thrust. I held still for a
moment, savoring the feeling of being inside her and feeling the
walls of her cunt hold my cock in their grasp. Then I started
pumping in and out of her, slowly at first and building up to a
steady motion.

With each thrust, she humped backwards at me, taking my dick
as deep inside her as she could. I reached around and took her
tits in my hands and massaged her flesh as I fucked her. Her tits
were swollen in preparation for the baby to feed from them and the
skin was as firm as anything I had ever felt. I pinched her
nipples, wondering again if I would be able to suck them one day
and sample the milk they were storing. I kept fondling them and
pinching the nipples until I was sure they had to be hurting her,
but she said they weren’t and told me to keep squeezing them.

Teri reached between her legs and ran her finger over her
clit and my cock as I moved in and out of her. She was breathing
hard now and I figured she was playing with herself to speed up
her climax. As for myself, as I pumped in and out of her, I felt
the walls of her pussy cling to my cock and the muscles squeeze it
each time I drove deep inside her.

I took my hands from her tits and grabbed her at the waist.
As I continued to fuck her, I ran my hands over her belly and felt
her pussy contract even more at the sensation. I moved my hands
back farther and held on to her hips and then her ass. I watched
as my cock disappeared between her legs and my belly pound against
the white cheeks of her ass. I ran my finger down her crack and
pressed it against her asshole. I pulled back out of her as far as
I could without my cock falling out and reached around her and
slid a finger inside her pussy, getting it wet with her juices.
Then I put it in my mouth and got it as wet as I could. With it
lubricated like that, I eased it against her asshole and slowly
worked it in and out. With each thrust into her pussy, my finger
entered a little more into her backside. She kept thrusting back
against both my cock and my finger.

When my finger was all the way in, she started to moan softly
and I felt her shudder with her climax. As she came, her entire
body shook and I could see her belly and tits move as she did. The
sight excited me to the point where I couldn’t hold off my climax
any longer and I shoved my cock as deep inside her as I could as
it started to pump cum into her. As we both came, she reached back
and held my ass with both hands, holding me deep inside her and
squeezing my ass cheeks with her fingers. When we had both
finished cumming, she moved forward and my cock slipped from her
pussy and between her legs. Again, she knelt down and sucked it
clean. When she was finished, I knelt between her legs and licked
her pussy clean, enjoying the taste of both of our cum.

We both stood up and kissed while we held each other. I felt
her belly against me and started to get excited again. But we both
realized we wouldn’t have the time before the cleaning crew got to
our floor. We both dressed and straightened up the office and got
ready to leave. As we were walking down the hall, the cleaning
crew arrived and commented on how late we had been working. Teri
smiled at them and said, “Yes, it does tend to wear me out, but
the work has to get done.”

As we rode down in the elevator, she backed against me and
rubbed her ass against my crotch and joked about how much she
loved her job. I was still feeling horny and reached around her
and fondled her tits. She leaned back in my arms and continued to
rub her ass against me. As the elevator slowed, we parted and she
gave me a quick kiss. We got out to my car, and after we had left
the parking lot, she slid over next to me and pressed her hand
against my dick through my slacks.

“It was nice,” she said, “but I’m still horny.”

With that, she reached down and undid her pants and slid them
down over her ass. By twisting my arm a little, I could just reach
her pussy underneath her swollen tummy. I ran my finger over her
clit and played with her pussy until I felt her juices start to
flow. As I did, she reached over and unzipped my pants and
released my cock and balls. She fondled my balls with one hand and
stroked my cock with the other.

As we drove down the road, she jerked me off and I finger
fucked her. Fortunately, my car is actually a four-wheel drive
vehicle and sits high on oversized tires. None of the cars we
passed could look inside and see what we were doing. As her hand
continued to stroke my cock, I could catch glimpses of it moving
up and down, stretching the skin back and the head swelling. I
wasn’t far from cumming and she realized it would make a hell of a
mess. She leaned her head down and sucked me as I came. Her tongue
rolled the head around in her mouth and as fast as I pumped my cum
into it, she swallowed it.

When she started to suck me off, I had to stop playing with
her pussy, but when she sat back up, I started again. She dropped
her pants to her knees and spread her legs as far apart as she
could. I ran my finger in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clit
with each stroke. Finally, she leaned back in the seat and moaned
as she came. She flooded my finger with her cum and I could feel
her juices flow over my hand and onto the seat. I kept strumming
her clit until her climax passed and then returned my attention to
my driving.

She reached over and put my cock and balls back in my pants
and zipped them up as best she could. She then pulled her panties
and slacks back up and straightened herself out. By now, we were
only a couple of blocks from her apartment. She kissed me and then
slid back over to her side of the seat, careful to avoid the wet
spot.

We pulled into her apartment and I walked her up to her door.
Her husband met us as she unlocked the door and thanked me for
taking the trouble to walk Teri up. I honestly told him it was no
trouble at all and the least I could do for all the help she had
given me.

Her husband, Will, invited me in for a drink and I accepted.
We all talked for awhile and he told me he was grateful Teri was
able to get some overtime in. With the baby on the way, the extra
money would come in handy. I said that since my own secretary was
out, I appreciated all the extra time Teri was taking to help me.
As I did, I caught Teri’s smile and her wink behind her husband’s
back. She said it wasn’t any trouble, and she also appreciated the
overtime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ladies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

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

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

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

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

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

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

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

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

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

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

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

influence.”

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

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

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

Dianne in mock anger.

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

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

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

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

own sister.”

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

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

being under him.

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

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

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

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

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

colleagues?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dawn.

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

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

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

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

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

She was horny as always.

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

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

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

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

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

friend and colleague.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knock at the door.

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

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

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

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

Janine Sloane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I come at a bad time?”

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

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

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

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

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

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

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

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from the other side of the tracks.

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

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

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

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

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

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

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

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

It will all work out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

would be again.

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

with a soiled tissue.

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

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

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

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

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

away.”

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

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was it like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

between Instructor and Student had changed.

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

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

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

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

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

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

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

me.”

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

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

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

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

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

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

What are you up to Mac?”

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

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

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

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

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

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

reassuring herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

appearances suggested.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fucked in over a week.

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

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

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

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

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

next day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were much more liberal.

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

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

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

would.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

little girl watching her teenage idol.

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

“I never screamed out your name.”

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

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

on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

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

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

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

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

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

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

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

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

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

lust.

“Yes.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

parted and a finger slipped into her.

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

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

monthly patron to her open bed.

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

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

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

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

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

firm breasts.

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

expected anyhow.

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

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

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

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lust.

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

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

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

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

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

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

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

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

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

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

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

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

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

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

tried to seduce him out of the game.

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

“I want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poor girl had a crush on someone.

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

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

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

do.”

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

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte was having on her.

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

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

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

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

sexual intent.

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

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

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

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

a roommate or two.

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

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

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

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

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

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

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

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

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

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

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

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

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

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

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

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

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

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

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

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

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

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

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

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

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

soft flesh.

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

“Mmm, yes.”

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

bra during a massage.”

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

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

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

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

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

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

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

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

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

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

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

desired to touch her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

first orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Ron.”

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

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

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

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Here?” she asked.

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

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

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

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

finger inside of her.

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

feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

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

“What? NOW?”

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

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

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

(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.”