You knock on your friend’s door, and you hear her say, as she opens the
door,” Forget something?” As she opens her door, her mouth drops, and she
stares at you. She pulls you inside, asking, “What happened? Are you ok?
Should I call a doctor? ” You tell her you are ok, you just want to sit
down.

She goes into the kitchen, and you hear her rummaging around. You start to
cry, feeling just what it was that they did to you. Sure, you enjoyed it
eventually, but it was so humiliating, to be taken like that, without
permission, to be violated in that way. Not by 1 man, but by 3.

Laura comes back with coffee for you. As she hands it to you, you almost
drop it, your hands are shaking so badly. She puts her hands around yours,
to help you hold it, and her hands are warm on yours, and reassuring. You
calm a bit. As you sit and sip the coffee, strong and black, she asks if
you want to talk about it. So you decide to let it out, between sobs. But,
the longer you go on, the more you remember how it really felt on your
body. You calm visibly, and go on, the words just flowing out of you.

You think it’s strange that Laura is squirming so much on the couch next to
you. She must be appalled at the treatment you received. But how could she
know how it felt, to be taken that way? As you tell your story, she goes
into the kitchen and comes back with a warm, wet towel. She mops your face,
trying to be careful of the bruise that is welling up on your cheek from
the slap the man gave you. She gets a piece of ice and wraps it up, and
holds it to your cheek. You are almost done with your coffee, and your
story, so you set the cup down.

You tell her you need someone close now, someone who cares. She puts her
arms around you, and holds you tight. You hug her for dear life. It’s so
good to know someone DOES care. You start crying again. When you have
finally let it out, you take your head off of her shoulder. As you lift
your head, she kisses your bruised cheek, telling you things will be ok.

She then proceeds to tell you that 2 years ago, the same thing happened to
her. Not 3 guys, but only 2, and that was 2 too many. You feel a kindred
thread reach between the two of you. She DOES understand. She says she had
no one at the time, and she’s glad to be here for you. She suggests you
take a hot shower, to get the “dirt” from you. You agree.

“Besides, you can’t go anywhere in that messed up dress anyway.” she says.

You go into the bathroom, disrobe and turn the water on. Stepping into the
hot shower, you close the door, and let the heat beat down on you. She has
a shower massage on the shower head, and you set it to “pulse”. The sore
muscles relax, and you let you mind wander. You find that you are not mad
at the men, just feel sorry for them, that they have such problems that
they have to beat up and rape women.

Your eyes jerk open as you hear the shower door open. Opening the door,
Laura has come in to see if you need anything. You had already washed their
come from inside you, and washed your hair.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” (Why is she looking at you so hard?)

“How about your back? Can you reach that?”

“No, I can’t. My shoulder is too stiff. You could do that for me, if you
like.”

“OK,” she says. “But I’ll have to get in with you. I’ll get all wet. I was
due for a bath anyway. Shower’s just as good. This place has a LOT of hot
water.”

You agree, and she closes the door. As you are washing your legs off, you
find yourself watching her through the translucent shower door. She removes
her blouse, skirt, and underwear. Finally unsnapping her bra, she lets her
large breasts swing free. She drops her things on the floor, and starts to
get in. You turn your back, somehow embarrassed. Your beaten body looks so
bad next to her smooth, white skin.

“Hey,” she says. “It’s ok. It happened to me. I know how you feel. It’s
alright. You forget, I’ve had 2 years to recover. ”

She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you relax. She soaps up a
washcloth, and proceeds to wash your back. You must have sat in something,
because she sure washes over your ass a lot. But the soap and heat feel so
good. Your sore back relaxes. You know you’ll have bruises, but they won’t
be too bad.

She asks you to do her back. You agree, it’s the least you can do for her,
after all the kindness she has shown you.

Turning around, you grab the washcloth, and notice your breasts brush
against hers. My, she has some large pointed nipples! Bigger by far than
yours. She turns around, and you soap her up, washing over her back, her
shoulders. You decide to play the game, and wash over her ass, too. It’s
very soft, and looks smooth. She leans forward and holds onto the towel
bar, asking you to wash the inside too. For some reason, you think this is
funny, and start to giggle, but you do it anyway. With one hand, you pull
her cheeks apart, and run the washcloth up the crack of her ass. It didn’t
need it, but you did it anyway.

As you wash her ass, she sways back and forth, enjoying the heat and your
help. She asks if you would mind doing the backs of her legs, since she
can’t reach them. Still giggling, you kneel down in the bottom of the tub,
and wash the backs of her thighs. Feeling better now, and starting to feel
a bit playful, you put a small bite on her ass. She jumps, yelping “What
are you doing?” and starts to laugh. This sets you off, and soon the two of
you are having a water fight. You rinse out the washcloth and smack her ass
with it, and she cups a handful of water and throws it in your face. You
can’t see anything, and she backs you up against the wall, pressing her
body to yours, her breasts mashing yours down. “Now what are you going to
do?” she asks.

Thinking quickly, you kiss her full on the mouth. She backs up immediately,
and you grab her wrists and hold her back against the other wall of the
shower.

“Ok, you win. Let me go and I’ll do anything you say.”

“Not yet. First you have to bow down and pay honor to me.”

Letting go of her wrists, you let her slide down the wall and kneel at your
feet. You reach behind your back and turn the heat up. She looks up at you
with what she supposes are “puppy dog eyes”, and pleads with you to forgive
her. You step out of the way of the shower path, and let the hot water hit
her full in the face and chest. She falls backwards, and slides down the
tub, between your legs. You immediately sit down, on her stomach, holding
her in place. She looks up at you, and asks what she did wrong.

“Nothing. That’s why I’m doing it.” (What did you just say?)

You find yourself starting to enjoy some of this power she has given you.
You order her to get out of the shower and wait for you. After you get off
of her, she amazingly does what you say.

You rinse the rest of the soap film off of you and order her to get a towel
to dry you with. She does this, and holds it open for you to step into. As
you step out of the shower, she wraps the towel around you, and tucks it
tight. Your nipples harden at the cold air outside of the shower, and they
poke through the material. She sees this and starts to giggle again.

Playing the role, you order her into the bedroom, where she can take care
of you. You aren’t sure yet what you are thinking, but you like it, and
start to find yourself attracted to your Laura in a way you have never felt
about her before.

Heading into the bedroom, you remove the towel, and sit on the edge of her
large round waterbed. The heat has been turned up on the bed, and it feels
quite nice. You ask her to dry your back. She says no.

“Get over here and dry me now!” you command her.

She obeys, and you see what it is she wants to do. Ok, you can be her
master, if that’s what she wants. You could at least give it a try.

She dries your back expertly, not missing a drop.

“What about your front, Mistress? She all I dry that as well?”

“Yes, love. And dry under my tits too.”

She does what you command, and you find yourself once again enjoying the
power of the moment. With one hand, she holds up your breast, and runs the
towel under it. Her hands are so soft! And Warm! As she lets it back down,
her fingers run over your air-hardened nipples, making them tingle.

She towel dries your hair, and begins to use her brush to give it long,
smooth strokes, combing out the tangles and rat-tails. Her long blonde hair
must be a real pain to do.

Finally, she sits down next to you, and asks, “What’s next, Mistress?”

You tell her that you don’t know. That you aren’t sure.

She stands up in front of you, and backs away about 5 feet. She puts her
hands on her hips, and stands naked in front of you. You find yourself just
staring at her body. She turns sideways, and you get a very good view of
her profile: high pointed breasts, long blonde hair, a very flat stomach,
and long, tan, shapely legs. She turns with her back to you, and you notice
her ass looks even better than it did in the shower. Then she turns forward
again, giving you a full frontal view of her platinum blonde pussy. Without
the shower, you find yourself getting wet again.

“Are you sure you don’t know what you want, Mistress?”

In a husky voice, you tell her, “Come here. Come to me, and make me feel
good about myself.”

She walks forward, and you find you face level with her breasts. She puts
her hands on the back of your head, and pulls your mouth closer to her
nipple. It is so close, you can feel your breath bouncing off her skin. She
holds you there, waiting for you. You decide you are going to like this,
and place your wet lips an on her tit. It tastes very nice, you think, as
you begin to suck on her breast. You reach a hand up and hold her tit up to
your mouth, feeding it into your lips.

You start to use your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking with your
mouth, and she starts to sway again. She takes your free hand, and places
it it around behind her, placing your hand on her ass. It IS smooth! You
give it a squeeze, enjoying the firm, soft flesh.

You stand up and turn her around. You lay her back down on the bed, pushing
her up so that her whole body is on it. Her tits jiggle as she “bounces”
around on the water. You lay down next to her, and move her hand between
your legs. You put one leg up to give her better access, and she slides a
finger along your slit. She pulls it out and places it into her mouth,
getting a taste of your juices. She returns her hand to your cunt, and
kisses you, pushing her tongue in your mouth. You move your hand across her
breasts, and down across her stomach, into her waiting bush. Her hair is so
soft. Is there nothing hard about this girl, aside from her nipples? She
spreads her legs wide, and you delve a finger into her wetness. It seems to
grab your finger and pull it in. As you pump your hand in and out of her,
she uses her thumb on your clit, stimulating it to it’s full 1 inch length.
She is surprised at how big your clit is, and begs her “Mistress” to let
her see and taste it.

You agree, and she moves her head down between your legs, spreading your
dark covered lips apart with her fingers. She snakes her tongue out, and
you jump as she touches your clit. Her touch makes you tingle, and the
shock of contact makes your legs close around her head.

They got showered and changed while I sat and chatted. They soaped and
fingered themselves all over. Lathering their bodies, they worked
their nimble fingers into both love holes, washing them out before
towelling themselves dry and rubbing scented oil into their sexes.

Claire rubbed scented oil into her smooth clean shaven cunt, then down
between her pussy lips and into her arse. Then rubbing vasoline into
the puckered opening of her anus, she dressed in a white Basque, stocking
and G-string, under a white silk wraparound dress. The dress was so sheer,
every detail of her underwear could be seen as she moved.

Tracy rouged the lips of her sex and nipples, before rubbing scent into her
pubic mound and down between the cheeks of her plump bottom. Like Claire
she also rubbed vasoline into the entrance to her anus, before dressing
herself in black silk stockings and suspender belt, under a red skin tight
dress, which buttoned down the side. She wore no bra or knickers, and with
the buttons undone from her crutch down, when she walked you got the
occasional flash of stocking top and pubic bush.

At about 9 o’clock my friends started to arrive. I introduced them to the
sisters in turn, then showed them into the lounge, where drinks and food
were waiting. I had set out a bar with wine, beer and spirits, plus the
usual mixers. I had also laid out a buffet with sandwiches, salads, fruit,
snacks and deserts, plus a few additions the sisters had asked for.

Soon every one was there, seven men sitting around eying up Tracy and
Claire, who acting very demurely, got drinks for everyone, chatting gaily
to us all. They laughed and giggled as the night wore on and drink made
our comments more suggestive.

Dave who had been chatting to Tracy for a while, started to dare her to
undo more buttons of her dress. Tracy climbing up onto one of the two
coffee tables in the centre of the room, started to dance erotically. This
gave us all the occassional flash of stocking top etc. I put on some moody
music and sat down to watch.

Tracy undid a button at a time while still dancing. Until she reached the
last three under her left armpit, then Claire, removing her wraparound,
climbed onto the other table. Tracy undid the last buttons to reveal all,
as Claire slipped off her G-string. They then both cavorted and danced
around the tables stimulating themselves erotically.

The girls started to tease us into stripping off as well. So Dave, Steve,
Peter and Nick surrounding Tracy, stripped off. Mike, Martin and I stripped
off around Claire. Once stripped off we started to fondle the girls, but
they pushed us away, refusing to be rushed. They demanded we sit down once
undressed, while they continued the show. They both touched and fondled
themselves while dancing, until Tracy moving over to the buffet table, said
she would offer each of us a feast.

At first we didn’t understand what Tracy’s offer meant. We soon caught on
to what she had in mind though, when she invited us in turn to approach
the buffet table. She sat herself on the edge of the table with her legs
spreadeagled apart and hanging over the edge, leaving her cunt and arse
wide open for us all to admire.

We watched amazed as she covered her delectable cunt in spoonfuls of thick
fresh cream, rubbing it into her sopping slit and pubes with abandon. Then
slowly peeling the largest banana in the fruit bowl, she licked and sucked
at its length like a meaty cock, before easing it as far as possible up
her vagina. Once in she started a slow wank using the banana like a huge
dildo, before finally embedding it up her now sopping cunt.

Once Tracy had the banana embedded up her hole to her satisfaction, she
beckoned Dave to approach the table where she laid back across it. Kneeling
between her wide flung thighs, he tucked into his feast. Licking, sucking
and chewing his way through the juicy offering. He eventually had to use
his fingers to scoop out the cream cocktail mixed with banana, before
sucking them clean in his mouth. He continued his meal until he had cleaned
her gaping sex completely. Tracy’s vagina, from all Dave’s administrations,
was now oozing sticky juice down her legs. It ran down the crack of her arse
to form a spreading pool on the table.

Steve was next, being offered a trifle covered cunt with six cherries and a
plum, pushed into her now streaming hole. Followed by Nick, who had the
pleasure of eating a squashed, cream filled chocolate eclair from her love
box.

Peter lastly was offered a cunt smothered in melba sauce, with a whole ripe
stoned peach pushed and sqashed up her vagina, the juice running down her
slit and arse onto the table. He ate and licked the peach, juice and sauce
from her cunt. Then taking a straw from the bar, shoved it up her cunt and
sucked out the cocktail within. Once finished he raised her legs into the
air, pushing them forward over her head and licked the spilt juices from
the scented crack of her arse.

Meanwhile Claire was not inactive, she grabbed a half full wine bottle
from the bar, and after pouring most of the contents over her breasts and
cunt, started to masturbate herself off using the long neck of the Hock
bottle. She shoved it as far up her vagina as it would go, the remaining
wine running into her cunt before pouring out around the sides of the
pistoning bottle neck, as it slid up her hole.

When she had finished, the bottle had copious amounts of her love juice,
mixed with wine in the bottom, so putting it to her lips, she slowly
licked the bottle neck dry, before tilting her head back and drinking her
own spendings.

Beckoning us over she then lay beside Tracy on the buffet table, where she
smothered her beautiful smooth cunt in honey. Martin had the pleasure of
licking it clean. Next came Mike, being offer the pleasure of her silky cunt
covered in jam with sponge fingers wedged up her hole. They slowly went soft
as her love juice soaked into them, making a soggy mess which got harder
and harder to scoop and suck out. Mike eventually had to use a teaspoon to
remove the last of the feast, slipping it up her gaping sex and scooping
it out until none was left.

Finally I got my turn at Claire. She picked up the whole butter pat from
the table, and slid it up and down her mound and slit. She oiled the whole
area of her sex. The butter melted on contact with her warm skin running
down into the openings of her anus and cunt. Carefully moulding the block of
butter into a long phallus, she opened the swollen lips of her sex wide and
worked the butter slowly into the dribbling opening of her vagina.

Leaving the butter jutting from her sex, she peeled a large banana. Dipping
it in melba sauce and holding it in one hand, she slid the melting butter
shaft out of her cunt and pushed the sticky banana up her well greased
avenue. At the same time she rubbed the remaining butter into the valley
between the cheeks of her arse, slipping the occasional finger into the
puckered oily opening of her anus.

I knelt in front of her, and started to eat my way through the feast.
I soon reached her oily cunt lips which entrapped the last half of the
banana. Digging deep with my tongue, while sucking hard, but I couldn’t
remove any more, so I resorted to using my fingers to scoop and dig at her
hole. Sliding a finger under her bottom, I wedged it into her arse, hooking
it over for grip, so that I could hold her while removing the soggy mess bit
by bit. The last bit being so far down, I used a teaspoon to scoop it out,
wasting none I swallowed the last of my meal. I then, like a good little boy,
licked the plate clean, including the valley and cheeks of her arse.

Standing up and walking around to the other side of the table, I first
stuffed one, then both my balls into Claire’s gaping mouth. She sucked on
them greedily. Then after licking the whole length of my rigid meat with
long, slow, wet slurps, I fed my dribbling cockhead into her hot, deep and
welcoming mouth.

Opening her mouth as far as possible, she first relaxed her throat, then
gulped and swallowed as I pushed, my cock slowly slipped into her mouth,
until to my utter amazement, the whole length of my fat wet prick was
wedged down her pretty throat. With my pubes tickling her chin and my balls
slapping her nose, I started to slide the whole length of my cock in and
out of her mouth, letting the head slip almost out of her lips, before
plunging it in again to the hilt. Fucking her tight, slinging throat as
if it was her cunt. What a fantastic sensation, feeling my cockhead
nudging deep down her throat. Sliding into her mouth, with her rippling
throat muscles milking the length of my fat 9″ shaft it wasn’t long before
the crisis came.

While I shafted Claire’s throat for all I was worth, Martin wedged his fat
cock into her slippery cunt. I watched as inch by inch he stuffed his red
hot meat up her, until his pubes met her smooth, butter soaked cunt lips.
Building up a slow rhythm, he fucked her with long deep thrusts, driving her
further onto my throbbing meat.

Nick stood over us while Claire slid between our pounding cocks, like a
well oiled piston. She gripped his rod, wanking him as fast as she could,
and rubbing his length over her breasts and throat. Occasionally letting my
cock go, she took Nick’s meat down her throat, sucking on its length before
fitting my huge erection back into her gaping mouth.

I spewed my spunk deep into her mouth, letting my hot sperm jet down her
throat. Some spilled out of the corner of her mouth as she gulped it down
as fast as she could, choking slightly as I wedged my still jetting cock
deep down her throat again. I came and came in the biggest orgasam I can
remember, hosing sperm into her willing mouth and throat again and again.
I thought from the amount of spunk she had received, I was going to drown
her, but apart from choking when I sprayed the back of her throat she
swallowed everything I gave her.

I continued to pump my cock in and out of her mouth, with her suckling
and sucking for all she was worth. She used every trick she knew to try
and keep my cock hard and stiff, which she succeeded in doing well.

While Clare took care of Martin and I, Tracy I noticed was catering to
the others. She was kneeling on the coffee table close by, astride Peter,
who’s cock was wedged up her cunt as far as it would go, while Dave using
the butter Claire had used so well, as lubricant, had wedged his cock up
her arse at least six inches, with more going in at each thrust. Finally
her mouth was doubly well occupied, Steve had his 11″ rod fitted snuggly
into her mouth, and from the look of it she was gagging on his massive
knobend as sank into her throat. Mike was standing next to Steve, and every
few strokes she would spit Steve out and gobble his cock instead.

As I watched, Steve started to grunt and twitch as he spewed the contents
of his huge balls down Tracy’s throat. Sperm spurted out the sides of
Tracy’s mouth, running down her chin and throat. Steve must of shot gallons
into her, but as he pulled out, his knob spat like a gun, firing thick
white, sticky bullets time and again. His seed squirted full into her face,
splashing over her nose and cheeks, into her eyes and hair, and onto her
lips, chin and forehead. It hung there thick and creamy, while some having
missed her face had sprayed down her chin and breasts, hung from her swollen
nipples like white swinging stalactites.

Steve was followed closely by Peter and Dave, spurting their loads into
her cunt and arse together. As they withdrew Tracy flopped down on
her back exhausted, spunk dribbling from her cunt and arse, mingling to
form a spreading puddle on the table. Mike immediately took advantage of
the situation.

Kneeling in front of her he sucked and licked her cunt and arse clean of
sperm, before standing up and wedging his massive erection up her anus.
He drove her along the table, his huge tool emmbedded up her backside, until
with grunts and heaves he spewed the contents of his balls up her well tight
greased arse. Pulling out of her the flood of sperm washed down onto the
tablecloth leaving another spreading stain.

After a few minutes of fucking Claire’s mouth, my cock was again rock hard
and ready to go. I withdrew my erect and well wetted cock from it sheath,
and walking round to the other table, stood between her sisters wide flung
thighs.

As I withdrew from Claire’s mouth, Nick immediately took my place, sliding
his not inconsiderable length down her throat where I had been moments
before, while Martin continued to hammer away between her thighs.

Holding Tracy’s legs out wide, I gently pushed my cock deep into her
sopping cunt. It was difficult because she was so tight, even after all
the previous abuse, so I wondered how Steve would manage up her love
tunnel later. Eventually in up to the hilt, I began to pump in and out
as smoothly and fast as possible.

As I sliced into Tracy’s hole, Martin alongside us began to buck and groan,
spewing his load into Claire’s grotto. Nick reached his peak watching
Martins efforts at the opposite end, pumping his hot spendings deep into
Claire’s mouth, but withdrawing to give a few final squirts into her
upturned face. They continued their efforts at each end of Claire, refusing
to let their erections go soft. Claire’s cunt became a sodden swamp as
or combined cum spurted out the sides as Martins pistoning cock worked in
her very juicy grotto.

Tracy began a long slow climb back to a climax, and I helped her along by
playing with her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples. Martin who
being replaced in the warmth of Claire’s cunt by Peter, slid his semi hard,
cum dripping length into Tracy’s mouth as I worked away between her legs.
Soon she was in the rythm of us both, each driving her further onto the
others shaft. Martin becoming more aroused at each stroke, regained his
erection, which as it grew wedged further down her throat with each thrust.

As Tracy reached orgasm I felt the wash of her juices around my embedded
erection. Slipping my length out of her cunt, and bending her legs upwards
and forwards over her head. I rubbed the length of my cockmeat from her
inflamed clit down her exposed cunt to her arse. Letting my knobend slip
between the cheeks of her arse, I nudged my length into her puckered spunk
dribbling hole. Pushing gently until her anus started to distend around my
prick. I thrust the head of my cock fully into her tight slippery arse. She
jerked at the force of my entry, giving a yelp of pain as my length slid in.

I leaned my weight down on her to assist the penetration, and as my length
eased further in, the lubrication of Daves and Mikes spunk, mixed with the
butter and vasoline, made the going easier. She settled down to enjoy it,
riding the length of my shaft as it tried to uncoil her entrails.

I slid and pushed into Tracy’s arse, juice and sperm trickling out to
cover my balls. Her entrails were already swimming in sperm, making the
going easier. So sticking my fingers in the butter, I slid one up her
arse alongside my thrusting prick, pushing the others into her streaming
cunt.

Claire was now kneeling in front of Steve, Peter and Martins combined
sperm dribbling from her gaping wet sex. She was trying very hard to
restore his massive erection by skilful use of her mouth. So taking
advantage of the offered position I withdrew from Tracy’s arse. Being
replaced at once by Nick, who alternated between shafting her cunt and
arse, while using a bottle in the hole not occupied by his prick.

I picking up the butter pat and moved up behind Claire. Sticking my fingers
into the butter, I greased the cheeks of her arse, smothering them in butter.
I then pushed first one then two fingers slowly up Claire’s amazing, tight
arse. It was very hard because she was so tense, and she protested at first.
But after working them in and out for a while she settled back, relaxing to
enjoy the sensation. I slid my fingers out of her tight hole, then holding
the butter up I pushed the length of my cock through it, smothered in
butter I rubbed it in by giving it a quick wank. Once I had it well
lubricated, I wedged the butter pat between the cheeks of Claires arse,
moulding it to the shape of the valley. Sticking my fingers through the
butter and up the hole of her anus, I rammed plug after plug of butter
into her anus, using my fingers to poke it as far up as possible.

Scraping the remaining butter from the deep cleft between the greasy cheeks
of her arse, I started to force my rigid, greasy cock into her tight well
greased anus. She at first complained and tried to pull away as I eased my
butter covered cock slowly into her tight rear orifice. But as it sank
further into her entrails she started to moan and pant, pushing back onto
my embedded weapon to force it further up her arse.

Nick and Martin both spilt their spunk deep into Tracy’s arse and mouth
respectively. I could see the lust on their faces, and hear their groans
as she feasted on Martins spurting prick. Sperm dribbling from the corners
of her mouth, while Mike filled her entrails with his hot, sticky seed.
Humping and shaking her behind as jet after jet of hot spunk sprayed deep
up her already overflowing arse.

Steve by now stiff again, unplugged Claire’s arse from my cock with a wet
sucking squelch. Lifting her bodily onto his cock, he slowly forced her
down, impaling her on his massive erection. I watched fascinated as pushing
on her shoulders Steve forced the purple head of his cock into her cunt.
It looked about the size of a babys clentched fist, and stretched her cunt
lips wide, before his huge tool slid slowly into her.

It was like watching a suckling pig being driven onto a large wooden stake
for roasting. Inch after inch wedged further up her straining sex, until
she couldn’t take any more. There was still about three inches of his meat
jutting out as Claire sat there perched on top of his weapon.

I washed my cock off using a bottle of wine, then watched as Peter, who
having rested, stood around Claire with Dave and Mike, so that she could
suck on their rampant cocks in turn. First one then another, and finally
taking two at a time, dipping them into her warm wet mouth and throat.

Claire wanked and sucked the three cocks around her, while Tracy seeing me
stretched out on the floor, knelt over me and gripping my still rampant cock,
wedged it up her cunt from below. Martin crouched down behind her, and
thinking he also was about to assult her anus, she reached for the butter.
But Martin had other ideas, pushing her forward onto my chest he forced his
cock into her cunt alongside mine. Both of us gripping her around the waist,
we forced her down onto the combined width and length of our cocks.

It felt like we would split her in half, but she kept humping our double
rod as hard as she could, begging for more. Hearing this, Nick dipping his
cock into the jar of honey, presented it to her mouth. When she opened her
pretty mouth to take him in, he slammed her head down so hard, his whole
length disappeared down her throat, almost choking and gagging her.

Claire impaled on Steves massive tool, gobbled the three other cocks until
the inevitable happened. Peter, Dave and Mike came one after another,
drowning her mouth, face and hair in hot spunk. They pumped their combined
loads into her pretty features, leaving sperm dripping from her nose, cheeks
and chin, with some dripping down to cover her large breasts. With bleary
eyes from the spunk in them, and streams of white sperm hanging from her
nipples Claire was tossed around on Steve erection like a tiny doll. She
had so much cum in her mouth she couldn’t hold it all. It dripped and ran
out of her lips before she could swallow it all. But like a cat trying to
get the last of the cream from its whiskers, she licked her lips and chin
before setting about cleaning up the mess on her tits.

Claire massaged the warm sperm into her large tits, paying particular
attention to her nipples, until they shone with the combined juice of
all those cocks. Soon they were caked white with drying sperm. Then using
her fingers, she wiped the spunk from her face and sucked it into her
mouth.

Martin and I slammed Tracy down on our pricks as hard as possible, while
above our heads we watched her greedily feast on Nicks rigid meat. Martin
started to twitch, then buck as he unloaded his balls deep into Tracy’s
stretched cunt. I could feel his sperm jetting up her hole drenching my
straining cock with wave after wave of hot cum. The sensation sent me over
the top. Sprayed my load up her, mixing with Martins spunk to flood her
insides completely. As we finished Nicks weapon recoiled violently, as it
spat its load down her throat. In the ecstatic spasms, his cock slipped out
of her mouth, spraying its load into her face. Where it ran down across
her chin and tits onto my upturned face and neck. I reached up and rubbed
the streams of white, warm cum into her breasts, twisting the wet, sticky
nipples between my fingers. Then sitting up I sucked on her erect sperm
coated nipples. Biting and licking them until she climaxed. She then
slumped down against my chest and licked my face clean of Nicks cream.

The men then joined us all for a well earned rest, and to watch Steve, who
holding her thighs wide apart, stretched Claire’s love tunnel wide with
his massive erection, now slippery with her juices. Picking Claire up by
her wide flung thighs, Steve stood up and walked across the room to
the sofa, Claire still impaled almost to the hilt on his weapon. Laying her
across the sofa so that she was kneeling on the edge with her head over
the back, Steve resumed his assult on her from the rear.

We watched amazed at the spectacle of Steves huge weapon spearing into
Claire’s tight, sperm soaked cunt. While her sperm soaked tits bounced
and shook. The look of lust on her face, also soaked in sperm prompted
Tracy to go over and start fondling Steve balls and rod as it plunged
into Claire’s grotto.

Tracy grabbing Steve by the embedded weapon dragged his off Claire, and
laying back on the sofa guided him into her sodden sex. Steve pushed and
shoved as hard as he could, bringing tears to Tracy’’s eyes. Suddenly
his erection slipped halfway into her straining cunt, and no matter how
much they tryed he couldn’t seem to get any more in.

After a few strokes Claire having recovered her breath, ordered Steve
back to work on her love tunnel. So standing up Steve obliged by ramming
his length back into her proffered cunt from behind. Steve straining and
grunting finally gave up the fight. Whipping out his rod just as it spat
its first salvo, drenching her back and arse. He then plunged it back in
to hose out Claires love tunnel with the rest of his spendings.

Tracy immediately started to lick the splashed spunk from Claire’s back,
and when Steve finally withdrew from Claire, she licked his rapidly
softening cock clean. Tracy then insisted on sucking Claire’s breasts,
neck and face clean of all the spilt spunk, while I licked and sucked her
spunk and juice soaked cunt clean and dry.

Sitting around talking we drank and ate for a while, talking over the past
few hours labours. It was decided that all would now adjourn to their
seperate beds for the night, and we would meet tomorrow lunch time.

She’s a bit nervous about calling this man. She has a strange sensation going
through her body but it is quite an arousing one. Her roommate has long since
gone to bed, so she virtually has the place to herself. She hears the phone
ring in her ear. It sounds as if in a hollow chamber calling out her name. He
finally answers. They chat for a bit, just general BS. It is a cold rainy night
and she is feeling a bit uncomfortable. He asks if he can come over, but she
can’t say anything. The words stick in her throat. She knows what is on his
mind. His voice is tantilizing. The storm is weakening her resistence. Without
an answer, he says he’ll be over in 15 minutes. As she is waiting she begins
to think of why she let him come over. She doesn’t know. She has felt this
mysterious sensation before. Why her…? She is pondering all sorts of
thoughts. Slowly she rises. SHe knows what he is expecting. She removes her
sweatshorts and panties, leaving only her nightshirt. Her skin is tingling.
Her body quivering. She wonders what would occur if her roommate would wake
up. The tension is invigorating. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, she
slowly opens the door. He makes his way in from the rain. He takes her in
his arms in a deep passionate kiss. He realizes her lack of clothing quickly
by exploring the realms of her body. He gently massages her swollen pussy lips
She moans at his touch. He slowly pushes 3 fingers deep inside her. Her head
falls back at the emmense pleasure. With his thumb gently flicking her clit,
he pumps into her. Her body is rocking to his motions.

He begins to pull his fingers out of her, but she doesn’t want it to end.
More she whispers, more. He slowly takes her and moves her around to where
she can sit down on the couch. There he is before her. She kisses the tip of
her enraged cock. She nuzzles his balls until he is nearly whimpering. She
takes a little of the shaft into her mouth and gently sucks while circling
the head with her tongue. She slowly pulls back. He pushes her back onto the
couch. He grabs her lags beneath the kness and pulls her to him. Her ass is
hanging off the couch, but he pushes into her. She can feel every inch of his
swollen cock inside her. She is in emmense pleasure and more is on the way.
He strokes her from experience. He seemd to know when to increase or decrease
the intensity of the strokes. Her mind can think of nothing but the pleasure
inside her. She can feel him burst inside of her, shooting hot jism into her
very depths. As she lay there thinking of all the touches, he got up, dressed,
and left….

For a long time now Jim had been “romancing” Sandy with
notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving
the verbal love and affection with welcome arms. Once or twice a
week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life
and love and beauty. When the weather was bad they might even be
alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness. But, alas, an
unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm
hug and lots of hand-holding! They would have been more at home
in the Victorian era.

But enough history. I think the reader is, by now, well
aware of our “lovers” plight. Certainly they were not of this
quick-to-bed age. There was a certain admirable beauty shared by
Sandy and Jim. Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant,
they saw it and felt it. Which brings us to “The Birthday
Present.” Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for
some time. His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day
readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY.
Ah, JOY! JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and
totally without relevance unless shared. This was to be a true
celebration of JOY and LOVE. Jim’s sentimentality was so at the
forefront that he even “engraved” a special invitation, complete
with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:

The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites

Sandy

an extremely delightful and luscious person

to a personal and intimate
demonstration of

TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE

as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage

on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine

suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.

Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly
drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially
balked. Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much
from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, “Come on,
how can this be accomplished in the park at noon? And I am not
interested in getting poison ivy in the woods.” But her
resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple
objection when Jim said, “I have arranged for us to share a motel
room for the afternoon. I promise no hanky-panky. This is not a
seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday
present. I am not joking. I am serious.”

Well, the discussion was heated for several days. Sandy had
strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives. The casual
outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke,
the eternal male seduction “line.” “I just want to show you my
etchings.” or “I just want to let you explore my spider web.”

What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or
resignation from the effort to change Jim’s mind. More than once
Jim had offered to withdraw the “proposition” only to have the
subject come up again. It is not clear what was the final straw,
but Sandy extracted the two-thousandth promise, and agreed.

But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was
payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big
day was delayed until Friday.

Friday turned out to be a delightful day. The sun shown out
of a azure sky upon the green hills of the land. The temperature
was just right. Jim expressed concern that the beauty of the day
would be “wasted” inside, but it was agreed that there would be
more nice days. The trip past the check-in desk and the lobby
was taken with uncomfortable feelings of guilt. This feeling by
both was thick enough to cut. But the small briefcase sufficed
to allay inordinate suspicions. All went well until they got to
the room. The age old shakes kept Jim from immediately getting
the damned door open. Motel doors were the same everywhere.

Once in the room they hugged in a warm embrace free from the
fear of prying eyes. That alone made the excursion well worth
the effort. They stood there for the “brief” moment that lovers
share, a brief moment extending close to ten minutes. Neither
one wanted to break the spell. Their nearness could not be
replaced with all the private and emotional notes they exchanged.

They sat down on the bed and held hands gazing into each
other’s eyes. Jim gentle began caressing Sandy’s delicate hands
and fingers. Then they began to discuss what was to happen.
Jim, who claimed to have “everything thought out,” was torn
between chucking his “plan” and keeping his promise. A gentle,
caring look from Sandy kept him in line.

Jim got the body lotion bottle from his brief case so Sandy
could choose which she preferred. He let her pick saying, “The
delicious scent of your body will override all else, who needs
this stuff.” He then went to the bathroom to get some towels.
The bed spread was taken down and several towels were laid out.
Jim then said that it was necessary that Sandy remove her
clothing and cover up with the towels. He said, “You may leave
your underwear on, Lovely Sandy. I promised a full-body massage,
but it won’t quite be “full-body”, I couldn’t keep my promise if
it was and you know it. Anyway, cover up with the towels and
I’ll turn up the heat in the room. I won’t need that, but you
may.” Sandy replied, “I don’t think I will need it either, so
don’t turn it up.” (She was avoiding the clothes issue.) “Can’t
we just do the massaging like we have in the past?” [They both
had a keen interest in the art of massage. Jim had a couple of
good books on massage, finger-pressure and Shiatsu. He even
shared one on sensual massage with Sandy. Their experiences into
massage began with foot massage one noon when Sandy complained of
il-fitting shoes and sore feet. Jim extended it to hand and
finger massage and once even experimented with back massage, when
he sneaked his first and only kiss from Sandy, a chaste, but
delicious peck on the back of Sandy's lovely white neck. They
both had enjoyed the physical contact immensely. But it had
always been of the non-sexual kind, although Jim reveled in the
sensuality of it. He is the one who invented this birthday
present, after all.]

After a lengthy discussion, Jim persuaded Sandy that his
intentions were indeed honorable and it could only be done this
way. [Although I will not go into this discussion, because it is
so improbable as to be unlikely, besides if Jim hadn't "won" the
debate there wouldn't be a story to tell!] Jim left the room to
give Sandy privacy. He left word for her to let him know. Talk
about long moments! This was absurd. But after what seemed like
hours, Sandy whispered that she was ready.

Jim reentered the room to find Sandy stretched out full
length on her stomach covered with a bath towel covering her from
shoulders to knees. Even from the back Jim marveled at her
loveliness. “Sandy you are the most beautiful person I have ever
seen, with or without clothes. Your trust in me only makes me
love you even more. God practiced for thousands of years to
perfect His art to produce you. He did good! And I am so glad
He didn’t waste all of His talents on the outside, for your inner
beauty far exceeds what the imperfect eye can see. I love you,
Sandy, and I will love you with all of my heart and I love you
with all of my mind and I love you with all of my spirit and I
will love you always, Sandy. There has been none like you. You
are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Sandy. I kneel down and
worship this shrine, Sandy.”

He liberally drenched his hands in lotion he had warmed up
in his pocket and applied it generously to her legs and arms with
gentle caring hands. A gasp of pleasure escaped Sandy’s lips.
She lifter her head and gazed at Jim and heart-feltly said,
“Thank you, Jim, you gentleness and compassion is so appreciated.
Thank you for talking me into this and thank you for the lovely
birthday present.” “But it hasn’t even begun, Sandy. No more
words from you. You must lie there and relax and release your
cares to my hands. I will be gentle. I will be caring. I will
be true to my words, Sandy. My love for you would allow nothing
else.”

Beginning at her toes Jim gentle rubbed in the oil and
kneaded the aches and cares away. He massaged towards her ankles
to restore the blood flow in her toes. Each toe in turn got the
same treatment and he lusciously paused and stroked between each
one. He fleeting kissed each one as he progressed. Completing
her toes he began to work on her feet. Jim knew that the
Achilles tendon was supposed to have a genitals-connection so his
stroking steadily lead to that area after he had explored the
rest of her lovely and delicate foot.

His slow and steady sensual touch gradually lead to her
ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf. A slight
tremor from Sandy cautioned Jim from proceeding further, but his
hands did not stray from their amorous and pleasant task. Gently
they followed the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her
lovely knee. The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and
charmed Jim, but until now he had not known the real passion
associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory. The
smoothness beneath his touch was awe-inspiring and sent tremors
of his own up and down his spine. “Hold on, Jim, this delicate
journey has just begun,” he said to himself.

Jim quietly shifted his attentions from Sandy’s lovely legs
to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close. He began,
like with her finely turned feet, with a gentle upwards massaging
of her fingers. They were delicately formed and only slightly
roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor. Sandy took very
good care of herself and it showed for all to see. Her elegant
beauty was flawless. Sandy was striking. No other words would
do her rare beauty justice. She was magnificent.

Jim smeared more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring
hands. Delicately her followed the fingers around, one by one,
pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His
tongue would flick out to gentle caress the soft membrane of skin
between each. The he would continue his kneading on the palms.
He strived to rub out the cares and anguishes of the hardness of
life with more ointment. His heart was in it. The care he felt
flowed more freely than the oil.

Jim was sure that Sandy had been over come with sleep by
this time. Not a sound was heard, except her deep, even
breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carried a truly joyous
smile into her dreams. Trust, and maybe love, had found an
outlet.

No matter how deep the sleep, Jim’s labor-of-love was not
consummated. His hands continued their explore. But it was
clear that they were no longer under Jim’s control as they
lusciously travelled the full range of her exquisitely chiseled
arm.

At Sandy’s shoulder they paused. Slowly and determinedly
they slid the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful
shoulder was exposed. Gently he traced each contour from her
shoulders to her Kama neck. His warm hands gentle pressured the
deep muscles on her back, rubbing them toward her neck to further
the circulation. When the massage regained her neck it acted
like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Sandy awoke. A groan
of passion passed. Jim paused. She was quiet again.

Slowly Jim began again, this time progressing up Sandy’s
neck. He parted her beautiful and delicately soft tresses,
pausing to give, with love, another heart-kiss, his second in
forever. Continuing, he found her ear and traced it around and
around, swirling into oblivion. With an oh-so gentle touch, he
persisted in his quest and touched her face of pure beauty. Her
delicately formed cheeks and nose were traced with great care.
He linger under her nose and followed her lovely, full lips, so
ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him.
As his fingers passed they closed to a rosebud to exchange a kiss
of love and opened to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new
sensation. The fingers, not what it was looking for, sufficed
for the moment. With regret Jim left the luscious lips like
orgasmic-blood swollen Mons of Venus and renewed his quest. His
fingers, with sincere caring and passion traced the slight,
sight, not angry, scar on her cheek fervently wishing to erase
the one blemish to her perfection, but it had become an integral
part of her mysterious beauty. Renewing his travels Jim reached
her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears.
A drop was rushed away by gravity. Jim bent to erase the
remainder with his lips, and his own hot tears mixed passionately
with her’s. Not a word was said. The exchange of an
immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart-
felt thanks from the other, stemmed the flow. The eyes, ever
capable of giving of love more than receiving love, closed to
allow his delicate touch to pass over.

Jim’s trembling hands extended up Sandy’s forehead and wound
in amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down
to her shoulders and beyond. Ardently they searched beneath the
towel to find her back and relieve the tense knots settled there.
He anointed his hands and applied with ecstatic glee, pressure.
Discreetly her eased down the towel to waste level to reveal a
pure white-as-snow back demarcated by a perfect tan line. He
followed the line and moved in to the snow field with sensitive
strokes. The passion in his touch was clearly evident as he
manipulated her precious skin.

Jim’s efforts gained in strength until they could be
compared with a passionate desire to enter within. His fingers
spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel
barrier again and again. His intensity diminished somewhat when
the barrier was knocked askew and his warm hands found the
graceful curving lines of Freyja’s treasure, soft mons of
exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced. Jim
flirted with each one. Out of human control, his hands proceeded
to palpate each in turn.

“Surely these are Godly creations. How could anyone view
such luscious mounds as anything but unabashed beauty. I kiss
each with my heart and mind. I worship at the shrine of pure
beauty. I am yours, Sandy. Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of
Magnificent and Perfect Beauty. I am eternally grateful for this
moment. No other could feel such wonder as I do at this moment.
I share this moment only with you, Sandy, and God. It is good.
It is right.”

At that moment Sandy stirred. “Let me turn over.” “Only if
you help me abide by my promise, Sandy?” With an anguished,
“No,” she struggled to roll over, but Jim had embraced her,
preventing her movement. “Please.”

As she ceased struggling, he fleetingly fondled her ripe
buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each. With one last
regretting gentle squeeze, he replaced the towel again between
shoulder and knee. “Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful.”

Slowly she rolled over as Jim held the modesty drape from
slipping. He gazed into Sandy’s eyes, longingly and fervently
desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple
body close to his. Instead he gently leaned down and caressingly
kissed the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many.
Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he began anew his gentle
massaging. This time his eyes never let hers.

Softly and slowly his caressive touch stole to her heels and
ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling,
on her knees. Then they traced their way back down, again ending
at her charming toes. Cautiously, they followed their trail back
up again, ending, daring, on Sandy’s enchanting Astarte thigh.
Like a passionate dog Jim’s fingers whiff around exploring the
delicate flesh, occasionally digging into the muscles to sooth
their tension, occasionally just flirting with the sensitive
skin, just sniffing and exploring.

All the time the towel remained virtuously in place. At
some unseen clue he, as before, passed attention from Sandy’s
lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to
embrace the passion she felt, but not wishing to break the magic
spell. In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jim’s fingers
traced the faintly outlined veins, surging with pent up desire,
from her delicate finger tips, across her enchanting hands, up
the sensuous arms, so capable of violent embrace in the throes of
ecstacy, to the softly curving shoulders begging to have resting
on them a head, spent with Love’s longings.

Like a seized person his fingers relentlessly pursue their
travails from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several
times. Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome.
Sandy’s breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier
and with more effort as the feeling of pure joy invades her very
being. Her longing to end the invasion and her desire to see it
completed vigorously facing off within her very soul.

Again the mortal hands of Jim, now firmly in the control of
a higher spirit, struggle to gain control of the lust welling
within, venture slightly under the shade of modesty to caress the
tender, warm flesh of temptation. Like children exploring
beneath a sheet they blindly and hesitantly creep hither and yon
seeking new avenues. Clearly they hunger. The deep muscle
massage, forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly,
yearns to probe deeper, but the emotions will not allow it.

Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by
Sandy, probably caused by being too long in one position, mated
the gentle butterfly and charms of Aphrodite, the crown of
beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood. With renewed confidence
Jim’s soft finger tips cautiously trace the edge of each lovely
breast, around and around, endlessly. Then with great care they
creep slowly up the steep slope towards the summit. With barely
perceptible touch the blind fingers alight near the areola. An
imperceptible take in Sandy’s breath is timed exactly with the
moment. No other sign is given. Sandy’s nipples strain to reach
out to Jim’s charmed and smitten touch. His fingers ever so
gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic bud. At the moment of
touch sparks of emotion fly between Jim and Sandy, their
passionate gaze never having wavered.

No moment was ever quite like this for Jim. The urge to
kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much. To
counteract his unbearable craving he lower his eyes and buried
his face in the towel at Sandy’s breast. Jim’s hot, burning
tears of passion were rapacious soaked up by the towel, never
giving them a chance to caress the breasts which had so charmed
to his fingers. Sandy’s soft and delicate arms enfolded the
stricken Jim. His arms reaching around to embrace Sandy’s
beautiful body.

For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of
the love two mortals could possibly engender.

While the reader ponders this moment I will offer a special
treat, I hope. Because different people have different desires
at different times I will allow you to choose your own “ending”
(how I hate that word!) to this scene of beauty. But first I
must apologize for being such a fumbling and incompetent as to
expect to write with words the beauty of silence and touch and
sight and feeling. Forgive me, Dear Reader.

Now for the continuation. You have four choices (yes, yes,
you may read all of them):

1) Real-life
2) A story-book
3) Sandy’s fantasy
4) Jim’s fantasy
5) Jim’s desire

CONTINUATION # 1 – THE REAL-LIFE ENDING

As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, Reality awakes. Sandy
rises, turns off the VCR and urgently searches out Ken. At the
exact same instant Jim wakes up in his corner of his own bed.

CONTINUATION # 2 – A STORY-BOOK ENDING

He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.

“Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D.”

With that he unzips his pants and reveals a gigantic cock
throbbing with lust. He grabs her by the hair and thrust her
face into his ram-rod. Take it in, all the way in. She was awe-
struck at the enormous proportions. It must have been eighteen
inches in length and easily three inches across.

“I can’t do that. I’d choke.” At those words her rammed
his staff into her gaping mouth. He forced his way as far down
her throat as was possible. His hands forcible masturbating his
erect cock.

When he was near climax, he threw her to the bed. He
gathered a leg in each hand and yanked them over her head so her
knees were by her chest. He fell on her with a vengeance, the
stark shaft pounding its unholy way into her tight hot box. Her
cunt was shocked by the intrusion, but the juices flowed freely
as she fought to extricate herself from his firm grip.

A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance
as she cried out is agony, “OH, God, you are killing me,
OOOOOOHHHH……..AAAAHHHHH.”

Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at
another out burst from her, “NO! Don’t take it out. I want that
thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to
me.”

But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing
horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from
Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.

For fifteen minutes he pumped away at her. Near the end of
his monstrous strokes, punctuated by cries of delight from Sandy
and groans of animal lust from him, exceeded twelve inches. As
his cock withdrew little streaks of blood could be seen as a sign
of the cruel, but welcome, forcible entry of the rigid steel
cannon of power.

As she, screamed, “More, more, fuck me more,” he rose to the
task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling
towards the breaking point.

Then he withdrew his manhood. As she desperately struggled
to grab the gigantic cock to put it back inside of her, he threw
her hands aside and fell full force on her. The force rammed all
eighteen inches to her very soul. The hot flood of cum spurted
inside of her in a stream, a never-ending torrent. The wad was
so great it bubbled from her punished cunt as she cried as in
death.

He grunted in satisfaction and got up. “Not bad. Not bad
at all. Now lick me off.”

It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in
common – both were professionals working full time, both married,
both having two children. But much of the similarities ended
there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on
this later, the other male. Although they worked together they
lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another
their “romance” was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of
recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still
had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed
being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office
wags would have a field day if their “relationship”, no matter
how chaste, became public knowledge.

For a long time now Jim had been “romancing” Sandy with
notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving
the verbal love and affection with welcome arms. Once or twice a
week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life
and love and beauty. When the weather was bad they might even be
alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness. But, alas, an
unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm
hug and lots of hand-holding! They would have been more at home
in the Victorian era.

But enough history. I think the reader is, by now, well
aware of our “lovers” plight. Certainly they were not of this
quick-to-bed age. There was a certain admirable beauty shared by
Sandy and Jim. Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant,
they saw it and felt it. Which brings us to “The Birthday
Present.” Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for
some time. His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day
readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY.
Ah, JOY! JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and
totally without relevance unless shared. This was to be a true
celebration of JOY and LOVE. Jim’s sentimentality was so at the
forefront that he even “engraved” a special invitation, complete
with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:

The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites

Sandy

an extremely delightful and luscious person

to a personal and intimate
demonstration of

TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE

as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage

on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine

suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.

Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly
drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially
balked. Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much
from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, “Come on,
how can this be accomplished in the park at noon? And I am not
interested in getting poison ivy in the woods.” But her
resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple
objection when Jim said, “I have arranged for us to share a motel
room for the afternoon. I promise no hanky-panky. This is not a
seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday
present. I am not joking. I am serious.”

Well, the discussion was heated for several days. Sandy had
strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives. The casual
outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke,
the eternal male seduction “line.” “I just want to show you my
etchings.” or “I just want to let you explore my spider web.”

What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or
resignation from the effort to change Jim’s mind. More than once
Jim had offered to withdraw the “proposition” only to have the
subject come up again. It is not clear what was the final straw,
but Sandy extracted the two-thousandth promise, and agreed.

But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was
payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big
day was delayed until Friday.

Friday turned out to be a delightful day. The sun shown out
of a azure sky upon the green hills of the land. The temperature
was just right. Jim expressed concern that the beauty of the day
would be “wasted” inside, but it was agreed that there would be
more nice days. The trip past the check-in desk and the lobby
was taken with uncomfortable feelings of guilt. This feeling by
both was thick enough to cut. But the small briefcase sufficed
to allay inordinate suspicions. All went well until they got to
the room. The age old shakes kept Jim from immediately getting
the damned door open. Motel doors were the same everywhere.

Once in the room they hugged in a warm embrace free from the
fear of prying eyes. That alone made the excursion well worth
the effort. They stood there for the “brief” moment that lovers
share, a brief moment extending close to ten minutes. Neither
one wanted to break the spell. Their nearness could not be
replaced with all the private and emotional notes they exchanged.

They sat down on the bed and held hands gazing into each
other’s eyes. Jim gentle began caressing Sandy’s delicate hands
and fingers. Then they began to discuss what was to happen.
Jim, who claimed to have “everything thought out,” was torn
between chucking his “plan” and keeping his promise. A gentle,
caring look from Sandy kept him in line.

Jim got the body lotion bottle from his brief case so Sandy
could choose which she preferred. He let her pick saying, “The
delicious scent of your body will override all else, who needs
this stuff.” He then went to the bathroom to get some towels.
The bed spread was taken down and several towels were laid out.
Jim then said that it was necessary that Sandy remove her
clothing and cover up with the towels. He said, “You may leave
your underwear on, Lovely Sandy. I promised a full-body massage,
but it won’t quite be “full-body”, I couldn’t keep my promise if
it was and you know it. Anyway, cover up with the towels and
I’ll turn up the heat in the room. I won’t need that, but you
may.” Sandy replied, “I don’t think I will need it either, so
don’t turn it up.” (She was avoiding the clothes issue.) “Can’t
we just do the massaging like we have in the past?” [They both
had a keen interest in the art of massage. Jim had a couple of
good books on massage, finger-pressure and Shiatsu. He even
shared one on sensual massage with Sandy. Their experiences into
massage began with foot massage one noon when Sandy complained of
il-fitting shoes and sore feet. Jim extended it to hand and
finger massage and once even experimented with back massage, when
he sneaked his first and only kiss from Sandy, a chaste, but
delicious peck on the back of Sandy's lovely white neck. They
both had enjoyed the physical contact immensely. But it had
always been of the non-sexual kind, although Jim reveled in the
sensuality of it. He is the one who invented this birthday
present, after all.]

After a lengthy discussion, Jim persuaded Sandy that his
intentions were indeed honorable and it could only be done this
way. [Although I will not go into this discussion, because it is
so improbable as to be unlikely, besides if Jim hadn't "won" the
debate there wouldn't be a story to tell!] Jim left the room to
give Sandy privacy. He left word for her to let him know. Talk
about long moments! This was absurd. But after what seemed like
hours, Sandy whispered that she was ready.

Jim reentered the room to find Sandy stretched out full
length on her stomach covered with a bath towel covering her from
shoulders to knees. Even from the back Jim marveled at her
loveliness. “Sandy you are the most beautiful person I have ever
seen, with or without clothes. Your trust in me only makes me
love you even more. God practiced for thousands of years to
perfect His art to produce you. He did good! And I am so glad
He didn’t waste all of His talents on the outside, for your inner
beauty far exceeds what the imperfect eye can see. I love you,
Sandy, and I will love you with all of my heart and I love you
with all of my mind and I love you with all of my spirit and I
will love you always, Sandy. There has been none like you. You
are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Sandy. I kneel down and
worship this shrine, Sandy.”

He liberally drenched his hands in lotion he had warmed up
in his pocket and applied it generously to her legs and arms with
gentle caring hands. A gasp of pleasure escaped Sandy’s lips.
She lifter her head and gazed at Jim and heart-feltly said,
“Thank you, Jim, you gentleness and compassion is so appreciated.
Thank you for talking me into this and thank you for the lovely
birthday present.” “But it hasn’t even begun, Sandy. No more
words from you. You must lie there and relax and release your
cares to my hands. I will be gentle. I will be caring. I will
be true to my words, Sandy. My love for you would allow nothing
else.”

Beginning at her toes Jim gentle rubbed in the oil and
kneaded the aches and cares away. He massaged towards her ankles
to restore the blood flow in her toes. Each toe in turn got the
same treatment and he lusciously paused and stroked between each
one. He fleeting kissed each one as he progressed. Completing
her toes he began to work on her feet. Jim knew that the
Achilles tendon was supposed to have a genitals-connection so his
stroking steadily lead to that area after he had explored the
rest of her lovely and delicate foot.

His slow and steady sensual touch gradually lead to her
ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf. A slight
tremor from Sandy cautioned Jim from proceeding further, but his
hands did not stray from their amorous and pleasant task. Gently
they followed the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her
lovely knee. The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and
charmed Jim, but until now he had not known the real passion
associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory. The
smoothness beneath his touch was awe-inspiring and sent tremors
of his own up and down his spine. “Hold on, Jim, this delicate
journey has just begun,” he said to himself.

Jim quietly shifted his attentions from Sandy’s lovely legs
to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close. He began,
like with her finely turned feet, with a gentle upwards massaging
of her fingers. They were delicately formed and only slightly
roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor. Sandy took very
good care of herself and it showed for all to see. Her elegant
beauty was flawless. Sandy was striking. No other words would
do her rare beauty justice. She was magnificent.

Jim smeared more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring
hands. Delicately her followed the fingers around, one by one,
pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His
tongue would flick out to gentle caress the soft membrane of skin
between each. The he would continue his kneading on the palms.
He strived to rub out the cares and anguishes of the hardness of
life with more ointment. His heart was in it. The care he felt
flowed more freely than the oil.

Jim was sure that Sandy had been over come with sleep by
this time. Not a sound was heard, except her deep, even
breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carried a truly joyous
smile into her dreams. Trust, and maybe love, had found an
outlet.

No matter how deep the sleep, Jim’s labor-of-love was not
consummated. His hands continued their explore. But it was
clear that they were no longer under Jim’s control as they
lusciously travelled the full range of her exquisitely chiseled
arm.

At Sandy’s shoulder they paused. Slowly and determinedly
they slid the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful
shoulder was exposed. Gently he traced each contour from her
shoulders to her Kama neck. His warm hands gentle pressured the
deep muscles on her back, rubbing them toward her neck to further
the circulation. When the massage regained her neck it acted
like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Sandy awoke. A groan
of passion passed. Jim paused. She was quiet again.

Slowly Jim began again, this time progressing up Sandy’s
neck. He parted her beautiful and delicately soft tresses,
pausing to give, with love, another heart-kiss, his second in
forever. Continuing, he found her ear and traced it around and
around, swirling into oblivion. With an oh-so gentle touch, he
persisted in his quest and touched her face of pure beauty. Her
delicately formed cheeks and nose were traced with great care.
He linger under her nose and followed her lovely, full lips, so
ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him.
As his fingers passed they closed to a rosebud to exchange a kiss
of love and opened to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new
sensation. The fingers, not what it was looking for, sufficed
for the moment. With regret Jim left the luscious lips like
orgasmic-blood swollen Mons of Venus and renewed his quest. His
fingers, with sincere caring and passion traced the slight,
sight, not angry, scar on her cheek fervently wishing to erase
the one blemish to her perfection, but it had become an integral
part of her mysterious beauty. Renewing his travels Jim reached
her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears.
A drop was rushed away by gravity. Jim bent to erase the
remainder with his lips, and his own hot tears mixed passionately
with her’s. Not a word was said. The exchange of an
immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart-
felt thanks from the other, stemmed the flow. The eyes, ever
capable of giving of love more than receiving love, closed to
allow his delicate touch to pass over.

Jim’s trembling hands extended up Sandy’s forehead and wound
in amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down
to her shoulders and beyond. Ardently they searched beneath the
towel to find her back and relieve the tense knots settled there.
He anointed his hands and applied with ecstatic glee, pressure.
Discreetly her eased down the towel to waste level to reveal a
pure white-as-snow back demarcated by a perfect tan line. He
followed the line and moved in to the snow field with sensitive
strokes. The passion in his touch was clearly evident as he
manipulated her precious skin.

Jim’s efforts gained in strength until they could be
compared with a passionate desire to enter within. His fingers
spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel
barrier again and again. His intensity diminished somewhat when
the barrier was knocked askew and his warm hands found the
graceful curving lines of Freyja’s treasure, soft mons of
exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced. Jim
flirted with each one. Out of human control, his hands proceeded
to palpate each in turn.

“Surely these are Godly creations. How could anyone view
such luscious mounds as anything but unabashed beauty. I kiss
each with my heart and mind. I worship at the shrine of pure
beauty. I am yours, Sandy. Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of
Magnificent and Perfect Beauty. I am eternally grateful for this
moment. No other could feel such wonder as I do at this moment.
I share this moment only with you, Sandy, and God. It is good.
It is right.”

At that moment Sandy stirred. “Let me turn over.” “Only if
you help me abide by my promise, Sandy?” With an anguished,
“No,” she struggled to roll over, but Jim had embraced her,
preventing her movement. “Please.”

As she ceased struggling, he fleetingly fondled her ripe
buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each. With one last
regretting gentle squeeze, he replaced the towel again between
shoulder and knee. “Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful.”

Slowly she rolled over as Jim held the modesty drape from
slipping. He gazed into Sandy’s eyes, longingly and fervently
desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple
body close to his. Instead he gently leaned down and caressingly
kissed the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many.
Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he began anew his gentle
massaging. This time his eyes never let hers.

Softly and slowly his caressive touch stole to her heels and
ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling,
on her knees. Then they traced their way back down, again ending
at her charming toes. Cautiously, they followed their trail back
up again, ending, daring, on Sandy’s enchanting Astarte thigh.
Like a passionate dog Jim’s fingers whiff around exploring the
delicate flesh, occasionally digging into the muscles to sooth
their tension, occasionally just flirting with the sensitive
skin, just sniffing and exploring.

All the time the towel remained virtuously in place. At
some unseen clue he, as before, passed attention from Sandy’s
lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to
embrace the passion she felt, but not wishing to break the magic
spell. In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jim’s fingers
traced the faintly outlined veins, surging with pent up desire,
from her delicate finger tips, across her enchanting hands, up
the sensuous arms, so capable of violent embrace in the throes of
ecstacy, to the softly curving shoulders begging to have resting
on them a head, spent with Love’s longings.

Like a seized person his fingers relentlessly pursue their
travails from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several
times. Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome.
Sandy’s breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier
and with more effort as the feeling of pure joy invades her very
being. Her longing to end the invasion and her desire to see it
completed vigorously facing off within her very soul.

Again the mortal hands of Jim, now firmly in the control of
a higher spirit, struggle to gain control of the lust welling
within, venture slightly under the shade of modesty to caress the
tender, warm flesh of temptation. Like children exploring
beneath a sheet they blindly and hesitantly creep hither and yon
seeking new avenues. Clearly they hunger. The deep muscle
massage, forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly,
yearns to probe deeper, but the emotions will not allow it.

Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by
Sandy, probably caused by being too long in one position, mated
the gentle butterfly and charms of Aphrodite, the crown of
beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood. With renewed confidence
Jim’s soft finger tips cautiously trace the edge of each lovely
breast, around and around, endlessly. Then with great care they
creep slowly up the steep slope towards the summit. With barely
perceptible touch the blind fingers alight near the areola. An
imperceptible take in Sandy’s breath is timed exactly with the
moment. No other sign is given. Sandy’s nipples strain to reach
out to Jim’s charmed and smitten touch. His fingers ever so
gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic bud. At the moment of
touch sparks of emotion fly between Jim and Sandy, their
passionate gaze never having wavered.

No moment was ever quite like this for Jim. The urge to
kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much. To
counteract his unbearable craving he lower his eyes and buried
his face in the towel at Sandy’s breast. Jim’s hot, burning
tears of passion were rapacious soaked up by the towel, never
giving them a chance to caress the breasts which had so charmed
to his fingers. Sandy’s soft and delicate arms enfolded the
stricken Jim. His arms reaching around to embrace Sandy’s
beautiful body.

For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of
the love two mortals could possibly engender.

He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.

“Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D.”

With that he unzips his pants and reveals a gigantic cock
throbbing with lust. He grabs her by the hair and thrust her
face into his ram-rod. Take it in, all the way in. She was awe-
struck at the enormous proportions. It must have been eighteen
inches in length and easily three inches across.

“I can’t do that. I’d choke.” At those words her rammed
his staff into her gaping mouth. He forced his way as far down
her throat as was possible. His hands forcible masturbating his
erect cock.

When he was near climax, he threw her to the bed. He
gathered a leg in each hand and yanked them over her head so her
knees were by her chest. He fell on her with a vengeance, the
stark shaft pounding its unholy way into her tight hot box. Her
cunt was shocked by the intrusion, but the juices flowed freely
as she fought to extricate herself from his firm grip.

A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance
as she cried out is agony, “OH, God, you are killing me,
OOOOOOHHHH……..AAAAHHHHH.”

Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at
another out burst from her, “NO! Don’t take it out. I want that
thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to
me.”

But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing
horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from
Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.

For fifteen minutes he pumped away at her. Near the end of
his monstrous strokes, punctuated by cries of delight from Sandy
and groans of animal lust from him, exceeded twelve inches. As
his cock withdrew little streaks of blood could be seen as a sign
of the cruel, but welcome, forcible entry of the rigid steel
cannon of power.

As she, screamed, “More, more, fuck me more,” he rose to the
task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling
towards the breaking point.

Then he withdrew his manhood. As she desperately struggled
to grab the gigantic cock to put it back inside of her, he threw
her hands aside and fell full force on her. The force rammed all
eighteen inches to her very soul. The hot flood of cum spurted
inside of her in a stream, a never-ending torrent. The wad was
so great it bubbled from her punished cunt as she cried as in
death.

He grunted in satisfaction and got up. “Not bad. Not bad
at all. Now lick me off.”

Teri worked down the hall from me as a secretary in another
office. She and my secretary were office pals and often had lunch
together or chatted during their coffee breaks. Whenever she would
stop by to talk with Marcia, I’d see her in the outer office and
would fantasize about what her body looked like without clothes.

In my day-dreams, she had shapely legs, a tight ass, slender
waist, and mouth-sized tits with pert nipples just a little darker
than the rest of her skin. The hair covering her pussy was the
same color as the hair on her head, letting me know it was her
natural color. Of course, she would always want me to fuck her
right there in the office and I’d always oblige.

I’m not sure what is was about her, but I started to become a
little obsessed with her. I knew she was married, but I figured I
could always look and dream. Little did I know what was waiting
for me.

Since Teri was pretty career orientated, I was a little
surprised when Marcia told me Teri was pregnant. She and her
husband were pretty happy with the prospect and I congratulated
her. A couple of weeks went by and she was just starting to show.
I thought I’d lose my desire for her, but I didn’t. I’d still
daydream about her, even as her tummy got bigger.

She stopped by one Friday and asked how I was getting along.
She looked a little down and I asked her what was wrong. She said
her husband was out of town for a week and was a little lonely. I
said I’d buy her dinner. We went to a small restaurant nearby and
had a bottle of wine to relax with. As I looked at her I saw she
had changed very little, except for her tummy, and it wasn’t that
large. She was still keeping herself in shape and taking care of
herself. As we were finishing the meal, I felt her leg rub mine
under the table. I pressed back and saw her smile as she sipped
her wine. As we left, I put my arm around her to guide her out and
she pressed her body close to mine as we walked to her car. As she
got in, she gave me a quick kiss for cheering her up. I jokingly
told her to be careful, I might get ideas. She laughed and said,
“Maybe we ought to compare ideas. I was afraid I was getting so
unattractive, you weren’t daydreaming of me anymore.” I asked how
she knew I did that, and she said she’d explain, but not in the
parking lot and invited me over for a drink. I accepted and
followed her to her apartment.

After she fixed our drinks, I asked how she knew about the
daydreaming and she said she’d catch me staring at her. She asked
how she rated and I told her. We were sitting on the couch and she
slid a little closer and asked if I like to find out how close my
daydreams were. I asked about her husband and she said he’d be
gone for another week and besides, he hadn’t fucked her since she
started to show. I was really surprised at this, since she was
only a couple of months along and not really all that big. I
leaned down and kissed her, she kissed back and opened her mouth
slightly. I held her and ran my tongue around the inside of her
mouth. I caressed her, stoking her back, arms, neck, and hair. I
heard a slight moan escape her lips as she clutched me tighter.
Her tummy got in the way, but not enough to matter to either of
us.

As we continued to kiss, I dropped my hands down and gently
squeezed her tits. She moaned again and rubbed against me. I
started to unbutton her blouse and she broke the kiss and gave me
room to work. As I undid each button, she’d squirm on the couch
and started to rub the inside of my thighs. I was already hard and
my cock was starting to strain against my slacks. She felt my
hardness and started rubbing my cock through the fabric. When I
unbuttoned the last button and slipped off her blouse, I saw her
nipples were erect and straining against the bra cups. I ran my
hands over them and teased them through the bra. She lay her head
back and started to breath hard as I continued to squeeze her tits
and ran my other hand over her body. I finally reached around her
and undid the snaps and freed her tits from the bra. They were
perfectly shaped and bounced a little from the sudden freedom. Her
nipples were still erect and the dark rings around them were
darker than I imagined. I leaned down and sucked the nipples into
my mouth, each in turn. I pinched the other nipple as I gently bit
the one in my mouth. I sucked hard and heard her yelp softly. She
told me they were sensitive and to be a little gentle with them.

I started to run my free hand over her belly while I still
sucked and rubbed her tits. I felt her pregnant body and I wanted
to see her naked in front of me. I reached down and undid the
button on her slacks and unzipped the zipper. I stood up and she
raised her ass off the couch as I pulled off her pants. Now the
only thing she wore was a pair of pink cotton panties. I looked at
her lying there and realized she was still very sexy. Her tummy
was larger but not so large as to make her body appear ungainly or
gross. I sat back down and kissed her while feeling her body all
over. I slowly worked my way down to her panties and slipped my
hand under the waistband. I felt the hair that covered her pussy
and ran my middle finger between her pussy lips and over her clit.

I heard her moan again and spread her legs to let me have
better access. By this time, she was getting very wet and my
finger could easily slip into her cunt, but the panties were
slowing me down. I withdrew my hand and stood up again to take off
her panties. When I did, I found her hair was natural. The hair
between her legs was the same color as that on her head. I found
it hard to believe my daydreams were coming this true.

She said it wasn’t fair that she was bare ass and I was still
dressed. So I started to take off my shirt while she unbuttoned my
slacks. She reached in and pulled my cock free and started to
gently jack me off with her hand. As she slowly stroked my cock up
and down, I kicked off my shoes and finished undressing while
standing there in front of her. When I was also naked, she leaned
forward and kissed the head of my cock and licked off the drop of
pre-cum which had formed at the tip. She then suggested we go back
into the bedroom and as we walked back, I watched as her ass moved
back and forth as we went down the hall.

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide, giving me a
full beaver shot of her wide open pussy. I could see she was wet
from the sheen of fluid on her cunt lips. I watched as she put one
finger into her pussy and got it wet and then traced a line from
her pussy, over the swell of her tummy, and up to her tits. I
stood there and watched as she pinched her nipples with one hand
and reached down and started playing with her pussy with the
other. She spread the outer lips with her index and ring fingers
and rubbed her clit with the middle finger. As I watched, her clit
seemed to become more erect and larger as she played with herself.
I looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed and her tongue
was licking her lips over and over.

I lay down beside her and started to play with her tits
again, feeling the nipples become erect and feeling her body move
under my hands. After a few minutes of this, I turned around and
placed my head between her legs and started to lick around her
pussy. I circled it several times and just barely flicked my
tongue over her clit. I reached up with one hand and played with
her tits as I slowly ran my tongue up and down her slit. With my
other hand, I inserted a finger into her pussy and slowly pumped
it in and out. By this time, she was moaning louder. She suddenly
shifted her position on the bed and bent her head to start licking
my cock.

I twisted around so she could get at my cock, but also so I
could continue to eat and suck her pussy. She started licking the
head of my stiff cock, running her tongue around and around until
it was completely wet. She then started licking the shaft, from
the base of the head to my balls, getting it just as wet. She
gently started to lick my balls. Taking first one, then the other
into her mouth, she carefully sucked on each. Returning to the
head, she licked the pre-cum from the opening and then took the
head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and gently
dragged her teeth over the rim at its base. Shifting slightly to
give her a better position, she took my cock into her mouth,
burying it almost to my balls in her warmth. She started to suck,
moving her head up and down while stroking the shaft with one hand
and fondling my balls with the other. Teri was obviously an
accomplished cock-sucker and I wondered what kind of an idiot her
husband was to not take advantage of the fact.

While Teri was giving me one of the best blow-jobs of my
life, I wasn’t idle. I was still eating her pussy and playing with
her tits. Every so often, she’d moan as I licked her clit and then
drive my tongue as deep as I could. Feeling her pregnant tummy
against me was exciting me, but I wasn’t sure why. I took my hand
from her tits and ran it over the swelling of her body. She
reacted by pressing her pussy tighter against my mouth and moaning
slightly. I kept licking her slit and running my finger in and out
of her love-nest. Her pussy was flowing like a river now and I
drank in every drop I could. Even the taste of her served to
excite me more and more. I quit rubbing her stomach and started
running my fingers up and down the crack of her ass. As she
settled down after the change, I pressed one finger against the
tight opening of her asshole and gently massaged it. She started
humping against my finger against her asshole and my tongue and
finger in her pussy. I very carefully inserted my finger in her
ass and slowly worked it back and forth. Her humping became more
frenzied and her juices flowed even more.

At that, she took my cock from her mouth and said she wanted
me to fuck her right now. I quit eating her and turned her around
on the bed in preparation for entering her. I knelt between her
legs with her lying on her back. I moved up until my cock was just
pressing against her pussy and started to lean forward and enter
her. As I entered her, we both realized it would be uncomfortable
for her if I put my full weight on her tummy. So I quickly turned
her on her side, laid down behind her, and lifted her leg slightly
so I could enter her from behind. As I moved up behind her, my
cock rubbed against her pussy. She reached down and took it in her
hand and rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit. I moved
forward and entered her, burying my cock almost to the balls in
her willing opening. I started humping in and out and felt her
moving to meet me with every thrust. I again wondered what was
wrong with her husband to not be enjoying this as often as he
could.

As I moved in and out of Teri’s pussy, I wrapped my arms
around her and started playing with her tits again. I cupped one
in each hand and felt their firmness and weight. I pinched each
nipple and rolled them between my fingers. Teri turned her head
and by shifting our position a little, we were able to kiss while
we fucked. I ran my tongue around inside of her mouth and then
licked her ear, sucking on the earlobe and the small gold loop
earring she wore. I took one hand from her tits and ran it over
her swelling belly, feeling every inch of it. She really seemed to
like that, since she started to fuck faster and harder.

She met each of my thrusts and as I would hump back, I’d feel
her pussy clutching my cock like it didn’t want to let it go. Her
pussy juices were still flowing and covering my cock. As I
continued to fuck her, I was a little worried I’d cum too quickly
and leave her unsatisfied. I needn’t have worried; just as my own
climax was approaching, I felt her shudder and a low, soft, and
lingering moan escaped her lips. She pressed back against me as
hard as she could and her pussy muscles gripped my cock hard. I
held myself still inside of her so she could come down from her
climax and as she did, I started humping in and out. I made about
five strokes and then my balls released their load of cum deep
inside her pussy. Again, she pressed hard against me and her
pussy held my cock tight inside, milking every drop of cum from
me.

We laid their for a few minutes, enjoying that freshly fucked
feeling. I was still holding her close and could feel her shudder
slightly and her pussy contract every so often. At last, as my
spent member slipped from her slit, she turned to face me and we
kissed and held each other. We laid there for awhile and then she
went out and fixed us another drink. I watched her as she came
back into the bedroom towards me and as I watched her pert tits
bounce slightly with each step she took, I started getting hard
again. She gave me my drink and I fondled her tits as she leaned
over. She lay back down beside me and took my cock in her hand and
started playing with it. She said she wanted to make love again
but wanted to rest for a few minutes first. I agreed and we talked
for a short time before starting to kiss and fondle each other.

This time, she wanted to take our time and really get each
other excited and hot. So I laid her back on the bed and ran my
hands over every inch of her body. She really seemed to get off on
having her pregnant tummy rubbed and caressed, so I spent a great
deal of time doing so. As I did, she would moan and toss her head
slightly from side to side. As she got more excited, she would
squirm her ass into the bed and hump up and down as if she had a
cock inside her. By the time I started playing with her pussy, she
was soaking wet and ready for me. Teasing her a little, I licked
her juices from her slit and lightly licked her clit. She suddenly
stiffened and moaned even louder. I spread her legs as wide as I
could and got between them with my face just inches from her cunt.
But rather than eating her, I started to examine every inch of her
pussy, inside and out.

Starting with the hair that covered her pubic mound, I ran my
fingers over the entire area. I traced the folds in her inner and
outer cunt lips and ran my finger around her clit. Teasing her
even more, I rubbed the area between her slit and asshole and then
pushed my finger inside her as far as I could. Finally, I started
eating her pussy. I licked all around the outside and then started
on the inside, running my tongue as far inside as it would go.

As I ate her, she tried to shift in order to suck my cock,
but I wouldn’t let her. I told her that if she wanted “hot”, she
was going to get it. I kept eating her, slurping her juices and
licking her clit until she was about to cum. Instead of driving
her over the edge, I stopped and just gently licked her whole
pussy. Three times I brought her just to the edge and then backed
her off. She was almost screaming now and was humping her pussy
against my face as hard as she could.

I got from between her legs and moved up to straddle her
chest, with my cock inches from her mouth. She tilted her head
down and licked the head until it was wet. I moved forward until
she could take the whole thing in her mouth. She gobbled it up as
fast as she could. Nodding her head back and forth to run my dick
in and out of her mouth, she reached up with one hand and held on
to my shaft and played with my balls with her other hand. She was
a quick study and already knew I really enjoyed that. While she
ate me, I reached behind me and ran my hand over her tummy and
down between her legs. I started to finger-fuck her pussy in order
to keep her just on the edge. She understood what I was trying to
do and as she felt a load of cum working its way up my cock, she
backed off and just teased my dick until my balls settled down and
I wasn’t ready to cum. For quite a while, we kept each other just
on the verge of cumming. Finally, neither of us could wait any
longer and we shifted in order to start fucking.

Remembering the last time, she automatically rolled on her
side. Instead of laying down behind her, I took her leg and lifted
it as high as I could and bent it back at the knee. This no only
gave me an uninterrupted view of her pussy, but also gave me
access. I straddled her other leg and moved up so my cock was just
touching her pussy. I put her raised leg on my shoulder and
hunched forward to enter her. As I did, I watched her pussy
stretch to accept my cock and then close tightly around it. As I
started to hump her, she moved her body and met each of my
thrusts. My cock slid in easier and deeper than before and I felt
as if I was touching the back side of her cunt on each down
stroke.

As hot as we both were, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I
filled her pussy with my cum and she flooded my cock with hers.
Fortunately, we were both pretty evenly matched and as I felt her
shudder as she started to climax, my balls tightened again and I
started to pump cum into her slit. Each time my cock would pump
out a portion of its load, her pussy would contract with her
orgasm. Finally, we both were drained and I pulled myself from her
and lay down beside her. We kissed and held each other again and
rested for awhile.

We made love again and then drifted off into sleep with my
spent cock still inside her. Although we didn’t realize it then,
we had started a relationship that would last for some time to
come.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

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

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

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

Peter

Peter

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

Terry

20-May-86 10:32:46

Dear Terry:

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

Peter

Peter,

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

Terry
: * Peter *

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

23-May-86 09:00:07

Dear Brenda:

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

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

Huggs … Peter

23-May-86 18:04:31

Peter

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

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

B.

23-May-86 19:07:45

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

Huggs … Peter

25-May-86 09:14:40

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

B.

25-May-86 14:04:59

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

Best wishes … * Peter *

25-May-86 20:53:22

as in many areas, three is the magic number.

25-May-86 22:39:1

Dear Harley,

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

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

Hugggs,
Eleanor

25-May-86 23:09:16

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

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

Higgs …. Peter

26-May-86 19:08:26

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

26-May-86 21:52:29

shade baby blue eyes>

Oh!

Just *emotional* support?

Oreo Hugggs,
Eleanor

Dear Peter,

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

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

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

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

Huggggs,
Eleanor

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

Huggs..Peter

Gosh Peter!!!!!

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

DETAIL——–> WHICH SEVEN ???????

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

28-May-86 00:16:59

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

Higgs from all of us …. Peter

28-May-86 15:47:14

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

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

Dear William

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

Peter

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

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

Hugggs X 7 !
Eleanor

< b l u s h >

Hugggs,
Eleanor

ROGER

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

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.

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Archive-name: 3plus/1stparty.txt
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Archive-title: First Party

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.

This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
and blonde next to me were both down to panties and I was buff-naked. My
turn came just as Ted swapped decks, saying it was time for the “REALLY ADULT”
cards! (Thanks old buddy! Thanks a bunch!)

I was suprised when he read the card. Ted had a whole new deck of cards
(all were hand made anyhow), and some of these had some really ‘open’ actions
for the players. My card was; ‘Pick any player or players and do something
very arousing for the other players for five minutes. You can have 30 seconds
to discuss it once you choose your partners’. I looked at Ted and he judged
that I could pick up to two players to participate with me, beyond that it
would have to arouse the rest of the people there. The big breasted blonde
leaned over and whispered in my ear and I smiled at her. “I need one other
gal” I said, and the redhead’s volunteered like a shot. We huddled together,
Kelly bouncing over to ask Ted’s opinion about a rule (removing clothes –
it was ok now), and we made our plans.

Kelly knelt on the floor, close to the sofa, her head about a foot from
the knees of another nude blonde with a partially shaved pussy. Jennifer
came alongside and I knelt behind Kelly, hard and ready. Jennifer rubbed
Kelly’s ass, her head bending over to lick at my flagpole while she asked me
if I really wanted to fuck this blonde.
“Would you like to fuck her pussy nice and hard?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes” I said.
“Yes what?” Jennifer teased, her tounge barely touching my rod.
“I’d like to fuck her pussy, nice…and HARD.”
“Would you like to cum inside her?” Jennifer teased again, licking towards
my cock as I tried to reply.
“Yesss.. I’d like to cum deep inside her pussy.”
“I’m going to guide you into her…make you move with my hands…fuck her
with your body…your cock.” Jennifer said. Her voice was very even and she
sounded like she was describing cooking a meal or something equally dull.
Kelly sat there, Jennifer’s hands running around her ass, between her legs,
and over her back. Her big tits were hanging straight down, her ass arched
up to receive my cock if it ever got there. Looking around the room, several
very prominent hard-ons were in evidence, some with female hands around them.
Everywhere I looked, nipples were hard and erect, even in the warmth of the
room. Jennifer had moved Kelly’s panities aside, exposing a wet slit for my
cock. Almost no one could see that, but knew that Kelly still had her panties
on (and most were waiting for them to come off).
“Oooo. You’re sooo hard!” Jennifer said, stroking my cock with her fingers.
“I’ll bet you really want to fuck her good now!”
“Yessss. Really nice and hard!” I moaned back.
“Mmmmm.” Jennifer teased again. “Why don’t I put you against her pussy with
just her panties in the way?”
She pulled my cock forward, placing the head directly on Kelly’s bare slit,
holding me from pushing forward. She moved my cock up and down against the
girl’s slit, making us both moan.
“I bet if I let go, you’ll push right through her panties and fuck her hot
dripping pussy really hard won’t you?” Jennifer hissed. “Rip right through
her panties to fuck her wet, dripping cunt!”
“Ohhh GOD!” I moaned. “Let me fuck her!”
She let go dramatically, her hands raised by her shoulders as she said,
“YES. FUCK HER PUSSY! Slam into her!” and she pushed on my ass hard.
I slipped into Kelly’s wet cunt, sliding my cock easily all the way into
her wet hole. She gave a loud gasp when I pushed, and Jennifer’s showman-
ship continued.
“Ohhhh Jesus! Right through her fucking panties! Jesus you’re so hard!”
Buried to the hilt, I looked up at a sultry brunette, her fingers were
dancing on her clit while her boyfriend pinched her nipples. He was jacking
himself, eyes wide on us.
Jennifer’s hands pulled and pushed on my hips, making me pump in and out
of Kelly’s wet cunt. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon I needed
help and was slamming against the blonde’s ass in blind lust. Jennifer’s
words echoed in my brain.
“Ohhhh yeaah! Make her big tits bounce!” She hissed, “Make her cum with
that cock shoved up her cunt!”
I gazed around the room, seeing one gal sucking off her boyfriend, her
head turned to watch us. Ted had some brunette astride his lap, his hands
cupping her tits. Donna was getting her pussy licked by some guy, watching
us and tweaking her nips. My eyes found Jennifer, next to us. She was on
her knees, sitting back on her heels, one hand was fingering her pussy, the
other busily fondling her tits. Kelly was thrusting back at me hard and
fast, and I could feel her contract around my cock, her own orgasm starting.
I watched Jennifer as I fucked Kelly, slamming into her rough and hard.
Kelly began to come, moaning and holding back against me. I kept on pounding
her, raising up and grabbing her hips.
I looked up and saw that Donna’s eyes were closed, her orgasm arriving as
her partner kept tounging her. I felt my own boiling semen rising in my cock
and felt myself about to come. Almost everyone was involved in some sort of
carnal activity now, not just us. The brunette was approaching her orgasm,
still jacking her boyfriend. I pulled out of Kelly, and stood, turning to
Jennifer, her hand pumping her pussy, her eyes glazed over.
“Here baby…” I said, holding my cock to her, “You wanted me to cum!”
I put my cock against the side of her face, pointing down, and she moaned
as Kelly’s wetness made it slide against her cheek. She’d just stuck out
her tounge to lick at it when I started coming.
Hot, thick, white cum spurted onto her face, splashing against the side of
her tounge. I crouched lower, and spurted again, washing her chest and her
right tit with hot cum. She started licking at my cock, her hand jerking
against her own orange bush madly. The third or fourth spurt landed a thick
gob of cream on her left nipple, and her other hand quickly rubbed it over
her tit. I grabbed her head and guided her mouth to my cock, spurting three
more times into her mouth. She moaned loudly around the mouthful, her hand
moving sporadically against her cunt. When she finished, she released my
cock, and leaned back, spreading her legs in front of her.
Kelly had been getting herself off watching and now bent down to lick the
white drops of cum from Jennifer’s right tit. Jen and I looked around and
she saw a guy trying to jack off onto a gal’s small breasts while she sat
there letting another blonde lick her pussy. Jen smiled at them, and issued
some encouragement.
“Oooooo yeah! Shoot your jizz all over her!” She smiled. “It feels sooo
good when you cum on our tits!”
We watched as he unloaded about a gallon of sperm onto her tits, some of
it running down her stomach to be licked up by the blonde. The gal took
the guys cock and sucked him dry while rubbing his cream all over her tits.
Kelly saw Jennifer rubbing her clit while watching, so she took her turn.
“Lay back and spread your legs you horny slut!” She hissed at Jennifer.
Jennifer promptly laid back and Kelly bent the girl’s legs back, turning
her pussy straight up. I watched her eat redhead pussy, my cock returning
to hardness again.
Some gal behind me moaned, and I saw her begin fucked by her boyfriend
while a gal licked her tits, and she sucked another guy. She was trying to
make the guy come in her mouth without success, so I moved over to help her
get him off. I sat next to them on the floor and said loudly enough for all
of them to hear me “Ohhh yeah! Suck him off! You’d love to feel him cum in
your mouth wouldn’t you?”
“UmmmmmmHmmmm” was her reply.
“You want to taste his hot cum flooding your mouth…thick creamy cum in
your mouth…dripping down your chin…onto your tits…all over your face!”
“Urrrmmmmmm!”
“Ohhh suck his cock. He’s gonna cum right in your mouth! Watch you try
to swallow the gallon of hot jism…hear you drinking his cum!”
“Ohhhhh yeaaaahh!” The guy moaned, his hips shaking.
“Urggurglll” she moaned too as he shot his sperm into her mouth.
I watched her swallow most of his cum, some shining on her lips as he
pulled out and collapsed next to her. I turned my attention back to Kelly
and Jennifer, still on the floor.
I moved back and pulled Kelly from Jen’s pussy, kissing her long and hard,
tasting Jen’s cum on the blonde’s lips and tounge. Then I started to lick
Jen’s dripping cunt too. Her legs came down around me, and she started to
pleade with me.
“Nooo!” She moaned. “Don’t eat me…Fuck me! Get your cock in me!”
I moved up and positioned myself, her fair legs encircling my hips. Kelly
moved up and sat over Jen’s face. As I slid my cock into her sopping pussy,
I heard Jen moan.
“Yesss. Let me lick you too.” She said to Kelly.
As we slipped into our carnal world, Jen’s legs urged me faster and deeper
into her. Her hips rocked against me, twising and lifting, a motion I’d never
felt before. We fucked each other hard, her hands were pulling the blonde’s
bush against her face, her tounge and lips making wet noises. On and on,
deeper and harder, faster. Quickly I felt my come rising again, and knew
that I’d have to slow down or come. Jennifer didn’t let up. She wanted my
cock pounding her, fucking her. Kelly leaned forward and kissed me, and I
cupped her sweaty breasts, feeling them over. I whispered to her and she
grinned.
Kelly got off of Jen, pulling her up to her large tits. Jen’s head was
in her lap, almost like a baby’s, sucking the large nipples. I was still
slamming her cunt hard, and she was pulling on her own smaller nipples, making
them stretch her tits out. Suddenly I pulled out of her and moved quickly
up to Kelly’s tits. When Jen opened her eyes and saw me starting to spurt
onto Kelly’s big tits she went crazy. I came with Kelly leaning back just
a bit, spurting streams of sticky cum onto her tits, between them and then
finally on her face and lips. She sat there enjoying it, licking the sperm
from her lips. Jen sat up and cupped her hands under Kelly’s drooping tits,
catching the cum in small pools in her palms. She raised on hand to her own
tits, rubbing the cum over them. The other she licked off. Kelly grabbed
Jen’s head and pushed it between her tits, rubbing her face against those
massive breasts. After a moment, I pulled Jen’s face up, glistening with
my cum. Kelly grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, her tounge in
Jen’s mouth. For her part, Jen buried two fingers inside Kelly’s pussy,
keeping them both hot. I bent over and whispered to them.
“You two are such hot, foxy sluts!”
They both moaned and Jen broke the kiss to suck my cock for a second, then
she resumed their kiss. I moved behind her and with my semi-hard cock, I
resumed the interrupted fuck that she deserved.
I watched as three guys jacked off on a gal who had beautiful tits with
nipples that covered their ends, large and dark areolae. Two gals were on
either side of her, stroking her tits and her mound, edging the guys on to
make them all come. One gal was getting it from behind while she helped and
her tits bounced happily as she fucked her partner back. When the three
studs started to come, the other gal grabbed their cocks and aimed their
jism where ever it suited her. The first guy was aimed on the girl’s tits,
some of the cum landing on the girl aiming the cock. He was followed quickly
by the second, and she jerked him into the girl’s mouth, being sure not to
get it all on target, rubbing the cock over the girl’s lips. The girl with
large nipples was licking her lips when the third guy came. He had a monster
cock and the girl jacked him off into her own mouth, where she could only
get part of her mouth around him. The effect was cum pouring out of her
mouth as he shot off. She quickly pulled him down to the other girl’s face
and made him shoot the rest on both their faces while she kissed the big
nippled girl.
I hadn’t realized what watching that tableau had done until Jen cried out
and I then found that my cock was rubbing her cervix as I pounded her pussy.
I was so incredibly horny that I wanted to fuck her for hours, but she had
to say the one thing that makes me pop.
“Ohhh God…cum in me…cum in my cunt…Shoot your jism in my cunt!”
I felt it about to shoot, and so did she.
“YES! YES! BABY! CUM in meee! Cum in my cunnnnnttt!”
I exploded for the third and last time of the night, deep inside her hot
cunt. I could feel the wash of hot sperm flooding into her, just as she had
felt my cock engorge as I started to come. The three of us collapsed in a
heap together, tired and sweaty.
People were getting tired, resting up for the next go if the could, and I
watched the big nippled brunette walk over and sit down next to Kelly and
Jen. I lay behind Jennifer, my cock still inside her. The girl introduced
herself as Gayle.
“I loved what you guys did.” She said, then to Kelly, “And I love your
breasts! You’ve got such great tits!”
Kelly laughed and looked at Gayle’s sperm drenched nipples. “It seem some
guys like your tits a lot too!”
Gayle leaned over and kissed Kelly, running her hands over those large
breasts. She leaned down and sucked on a nipple. Kelly moaned. Jennifer
gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy, and leaned back, giving Gayle access
to Kelly’s pussy. The two of them, cum drenched and sweaty began again
to arouse themselves.
Jen and I watched for a while, then moved off to a corner together. It was
about 4 am when Jen and I dressed and left. We had breakfast together and
I took her home. We went in and went right to bed, and this time, we fell
asleep in each other’s arms.