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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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….

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

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

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

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

“How’about 7:30 at the Red Dragon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Easy, first you start by … … …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Crossing the room and walking up behind her I reached around and cupped one of
her tits with my hand while caressing her ass with the other and gave her a
little nibble on the earlobe. “Whats for dinner?” I asked while dropping my
hand from her tit to rub her cunt suggestively.

“Company” she replied.

I heard a voice from the den calling “Come on in, we have the fire going.” As
I entered the room, Ron, a friend of the family rose from a recliner with a
drink in his hand and a bulge in the front of his pants. “You horny old
bastard” I said, “What the hell are you doing over here?”

“His wife is out of town and he was lonely so I asked him over for dinner and
drinks.” Carolyn said as she came into the room bringing me a drink.

Kicking off my shoes I sat on the couch, sipped my drink and watched Carolyn
walk back into the kitchen, her ass moving like two pigs caught in a gunny
sack. As I thought of what could have been, my dick started to swell and I
realized what Ron probably was thinking when I came home.

At dinner Ron could not keep his eyes off Carolyn, everytime she leaned over
the table her tits bulged against the halter top with the nipples pressing
against the cloth. I noticed that as she moved around the table she found
several excuses to bump both Ron and myself with her ass, one time rubbing her
cunt on Ron’s shoulder.

After dinner we all got fresh drinks and moved back into the den. Sitting on
the floor in front of the fire Carolyn stretched her legs out and ran her hand
slowly up and down the inside of her thigh.

Ron and I sat on either side of her sipped our drinks and watched the fire
burn, while I was thinking of the fun we could be having if only he wasn’t
here.

As the alcohol and warmth from the fire took effect I draped my arm over
Carolyn’s shoulder and let my hand drop into the top of her halter. Slowly
rubbing and kneading the nipple of her titty I looked over to find Ron staring
at her mound and rubbing the bulge in his pants. I caught his eye and nodded
at Carolyn’s halter top and my hand.

As Carolyn leaned her head back and closed her eyes, Ron put his hand under
her halter and began to caress her other tit. After a few minutes she began
to moan softly under her breath and move her ass back and forth over the
carpet.

I unsnapped the halter top from the back and letting it fall leaned over and
began sucking and licking the nipple on my titty while Ron started to suck on
the nipple he was working on. As I sucked on Carolyn’s tit my dick got larger
and harder until I thought that it would break the zipper on my pants.
Looking up I saw that Carolyn was rubbing the bulge in Rons pants and as I
watched she slowly unzipped him and pulled out 8 inches of the hardest dick I
have ever seen.

“Lets see what you have in here.” Carolyn whispered as she turned to me and
began to open my trousers. Reaching in she pulled out my throbbing prick.

Leaning back on the couch Carolyn took Ron’s dick with her other hand and
clasping both shafts she began to slowly squeeze and massage them while
running her thumbs around and over the heads of our dicks. As our pricks got
harder and larger Carolyn rotated her cute little ass seductively and said in
a low sultry voice “What a pair of joy sticks. I can’t wait to see what you
boys are going to do with them.”

Continuing to slowly suck on Carol’s nipple I eased my hand into her shorts
and down to her slit, rubbing and caressing her mound and clit as I went.
Slipping my fuck finger into her hot slippery cunt I began to run it in and
out sliding it over her clit.

“Oh shit, that feels good.” Carolyn moaned as she began to jack off both Ron
and I while humping her slit on my finger.

Taking Carol’s hand from his prick, Ron clasped her head with both hands and
gave her a long deep tongue kiss, probing deep into her mouth, then slowly
lowered her head to his swollen, throbbing dick.

“Come on, Baby. Give me a blow job.” Ron breathed. “Lets get those lips
working on old Ron’s dick.” he pleaded.

As I watched, Carolyn turned over onto her knees, ran her tongue around the
head of his dick licking every inch of it and slowly took that enlarged prod
into her mouth and began to suck it while moaning and humping her ass back and
forth.

Getting on my knees behind Carolyn I watched her suck Rons dick while he lay
back with eyes closed, running his hands through her long black hair and
pumping that rod in and out of her mouth I slowly began to masturbate with one
hand while with the other I pulled her shorts and panties down around her
knees.

Knowing what was coming Carolyn began to suck faster and faster on Rons dick
while twisting her ass in the air and moaning. Rubbing the head of my dick up
and down the crack of her ass I reached between her legs with my other hand
and began to massage her hot slippery little cunt, slowly running a finger up
into it and pulling it out then lightly running the tip of my finger around
her clit, pushing it back and forth until it stood out like a miniature prick.

Moaning and groaning she pumped her ass faster in the air, and attacked Ron’s
dick with a vengeance. The faster she sucked on his dick the more I rubbed her
ass with mine and the harder I rubbed her clit. As Ron began to gyrate his
hips he grabbed Carolyn’s head with both hands and crying “GODDAMN THATS GOOD”
he began to fuck her in the mouth while I stroked her cunt faster and faster.

By this time my prick was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it and was throbbing
with desire. Grabbing her ass with both hands, spreading it wide and opening
her little pussy I shoved 10 inches of swollen dick so deep in her cunt that
my balls were banging her ass. Raising her head from Ron’s dick she begged
“FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, GODDAMNIT GIVE ME SOME DICK” before Ron grabbed her by
the hair and stuck his prick back into her mouth.

“Suck me!” Ron pleaded. “SUCK MY DICK, BITCH.”

As I began stroking my 10 inch dick in and out of Carolyns tight little cunt,
she was working on the head of Ron’s dick like it was an all day sucker.
Sliding it in and out of her mouth while slowly running her fingers over Ron’s
balls, moaning “Give me some more dick” and pushing her tight ass back against
my stomach.

Ron began frantically to move his hips, thrusting his rock hard prick faster
and faster into Carolyns mouth while grunting “uuhhh uuhhh I’m cuming, oh shit
I’m cuming”.

Jerking his throbbing cock out of Carolyn’s mouth Ron grabbed it with his
hand, gave it one pump and erupted. Squirting cum over Carolyn’s face, Ron
jerked his hips back and forth rubbing his prick over Carolyn’s lips and
cheeks while she licked the side of his shaft sucking up every last drop of
golden cum.

As I watched Ron shoot his cum into my wife’s face I was steadily running my
10 inches of meat into her cunt, driving it in so deep that my balls were
slapping on her ass every stroke I made. Carolyn suddenly buried her face in
Ron’s pubic hair, tensed her body and while wildly gyrating her ass cried
“SHIT, I’M CUMING. OH SHIT, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, PUT IT TO ME HARD,
OHHH SSHHITT!”

As she shook her ass, her little pussy began to contract around the shaft of
my cock, contracting and loosening it felt like she was trying to eat my dick
with her cunt. Faster and faster I poured the dick to her until with a great
spasm my back stiffened and I put it in all the way to the root while my dick
jerked and bucked squirting cum into her belly. After several spasms cum was
running around my prick, trickling down the lips of her pussy and running
down her thighs. With a final sigh I fell to the floor while Carolyn, her face
still buried in Ron’s crotch dropped off her knees, her cum smeared pussy
falling across my face.

“So this is what goes on while I am away!” a voice said.

Looking up we saw Joyce, Ron’s wife standing in the doorway with her hand on
her hip.

“I should have known that you dirty bastards were having a party balling each
other.” she said.

“Well I caught you at it and now you are just going to have to do it again,
with me included this time.” Joyce said as she slipped her dress down over her
hips and stepped out of it. Unsnapping her bra and dropping it to the floor
Joyce stepped toward us.

Chapter Two

As Joyce pulled into the drive she noticed the house was dark although Ron’s
car was in the garage.

“Ron must be next door visiting with Odell and Carolyn” she thought as she
turned off the engine and opened the door. Crossing the yard, she walked to
Odell’s front door and started to ring the bell when she noticed the door was
slightly ajar.

Pushing the door open she started to call out for someone when she heard
someone cry “SUCK MY DICK, BITCH.”

“That sounds like Ron” she thought and quietly entered the house and walked
down the hall to the den door. Stopping in the doorway she saw her husband,
Ron lying on his back with Carolyn kneeling beside him, working on his dick
with her lips and tongue, while Carolyn’s husband Odell was on his knees
behind her grunting with passion and slamming his 10 inch cock into Carolyn’s
cunt.

Breathlessly Joyce leaned in the doorway watching Carolyn grunt and moan,
humping her ass on Odell’s prick and getting balled from both ends.

Joyce felt her pussy warming as the nipples under her dress hardened and
erected. Opening the buttons on her dress Joyce let it slide from her
shoulders and drop to the floor.

Pantiless and wearing nothing under her dress but a black lace garter belt
fastened to her black hose, Joyce reached for her cunt and began to run her
fingertip over her clit while with her other hand she rubbed and caressed her
titty.

As Joyce’s clit got harder, her pussy became swollen with passion and hot
slippery love juice flowed across her cunt lips and down her thigh. Joyce,
moaning with pleasure, slipped her finger into her slit and began slowly
fucking herself as she watched the action. As her finger became covered with
her love juice, Joyce would raise it to her mouth and run her tongue around it
licking off her juices before returning it to her cunt continuing to fuck
herself.

Her pussy got hotter and hotter, swelling with the love juices flowing as she
watched the three on the floor. Suddenly Ron pulled his dick from Carolyn’s
mouth and shot cum all over her face as Carolyn cried “Oh shit I”m cuming.
Give it to me” and began banging her ass harder and faster back on Odell’s
prong.

While Odell kept stroking his hot, throbbing cock into Carolyn’s pussy, Joyce,
gasping for breath was pumping her finger in and out of her slit and as Odell
spasmed, cried out and started pumping cum into Carolyn’s twat Joyce gasped.
Her cunt contracted, twitched and a tremendous shudder ran over her body as
she had a violent orgasm.

The three people on the floor collapsed into a mass of tangled bodies as Joyce
slid her finger from her twat, running the tip over her quivering little clit,
and leaned weakly against the doorjamb.

After a moment Joyce stood up and said “So this is what goes on while I am
away!. I should have known that you dirty bastards were having a party
balling each other.” she said. “Well I caught you at it and now you are just
going to have to do it again, with me included this time.” Joyce said as she
began to walk across the room toward us.

Joyce was a tall slim woman with long blonde hair that fell to her waist. As
she walked toward us she pulled her hair over her shoulders so it fell across
her breasts and partially covered them, leaving just the hardened nipples
protruding through. Wearing no panties, her blonde pubic bush stood out in
the black frame of her garter belt and hose. Her little twat glistened with
moisture and desire as she approached Odell.

While doing a seductive bump and grind with her hips Joyce approached Odell,
who was sitting on the floor, and putting her legs over his shoulders placed
her hot little slippery cunt in front of his face.

Taking her long blond hair and wrapping it around Odell’s head she slowly
pulled his mouth to her slit.

“Odell, honey” she whispered, “I watched while Carolyn gave my husband a
tremendous blow job. Wouldn’t you like to repay the favor with my hot little
ass?”

As she whispered Joyce began to move her hips sliding her pussy over Odell’s
face, smearing love juice over his lips. Hungrily Odell’s tongue darted out
tickling Joyce’s erect clit and entered her slit, lapping and sucking at her
lips.

As Odell sucked at Joyce’s honey box, his dick, swollen and erect, was
throbbing with desire. Placing one arm around Joyce’s ass, pulling her cunt
even closer to his questing tongue, Odell began to rub and massage his prick
with the other.

While watching his wife being eaten by Carolyn’s husband, Ron slid across the
floor and sitting behind Carolyn, pulled her back between his legs. Reaching
around her body, Ron began to rub and caress Carolyn’s swollen breasts with
one hand while gently probing in her cunt with the fingers of the other.

As he fondled Carolyn and watched Odell eat Joyce, Ron’s cock began hardening
and growing, running up Carolyn’s back. As it began throbbing with passion,
Ron started hunching his hips and sliding his rock hard prong on Carolyn’s
spine.

Pressing back against the red hot poker on her back, Carolyn lifted her hips
so Ron could slide his greedy fingers further into her honey box.

“Oh God, that feels good” she crooned as she twitched her pussy muscles around
Ron’s fingers.

“Sonofabitch!” Joyce exclaimed thrusting her golden cunt on the stiff tongue
that was working in it. Pulling Odell’s face even closer to her crotch, she
twisted and wiggled her ass to get all the tongue he had.

As Joyce was humping his face with her twat, Odell began to run his hand over
his stiff prod. Unable to constrain himself he started jacking off as he
licked and sucked all the goodies from Joyce’s slit, with a huge eruption
Odell shot his wad of cum into the air splattering it across Joyce’s ass.

When Odell shot his wad, his wife Carolyn groaned, turned over on her back and
pulled Ron up between her quivering thighs. Raising her legs over Ron’s
shoulders she reached between her legs, got Ron’s rock hard pecker and ran the
swollen head through her cunt hair and around her clit. Easing the head of
Ron’s dick into her hot slippery cunt, Carolyn grabbed his ass and pulled him
into her.

As Ron’s cock slid to the bottom of her hot little box Carolyn groaned “Oh
shit, I love that dick. God, I love to fuck. Please give it to me, PLEASE.”

As Joyce felt Odell’s gob of cum splatter her ass, she slowly removed her
pussy from his mouth and pushing him onto his back, slid down his body until
she could take his still jerking meat into her mouth. As she licked and
sucked on his prick it began to grow larger in her mouth, swelling until it
reached it’s full 10 inches in length. Sliding her lips down the shaft of
Odell’s dick Joyce licked his swollen balls and gently took them into her
mouth, rolling them around with her tongue while running her fingers around
the head of his dick.

As Odell moaned and twisted his hips, his swollen prick jerking in the air,
Joyce raised up and straddling his rock hard member, lowered her burning cunt
over it.

As he entered Joyce’s slit. Odell pulled her down to him and taking a titty in
his mouth began to suck and nibble on her stiff nipple while pouring his meat
to her cunt.

While his wife was getting the meat put to her by Odell, Ron still had
Carolyn’s ass in the air, with her legs over his shoulders and one of her tits
in each hand. As he squeezed her tits, rolling her nipples around, he was
slamming his dick into her pussy so hard Carolyn would grunt with passion and
slide on the carpet every time he stroked her.

“Give me more, give me some more dick!” Carolyn pleaded as she bucked and
rolled her ass. “OH FUCK!” Ron shouted as he ran his prick to the bottom of
Carolyn’s box stiffened, squeezed her tits with both hands and shot a load of
cum into Carolyn’s cunt from his jerking prick.

As Ron shot his wad, with his quivering prick in her pussy, Carolyn with a
long groan, began to wildly shake her ass and contract her pussy around his
stiff prick.

“Oh shit, I’m cuming, I’m cuming!” she exclaimed as she pulled Ron down to her
mouth. Running her tongue into Ron’s mouth she passionately kissed him as her
orgasm roared to a climax.

Hearing Carolyn as she was cuming, Joyce worked her twat on Odell’s big pole
in ever faster circles until with a loud gasp she jerked her burning ass down,
burying Odell’s dick to the root as her hot slippery cunt contracted, spasmed
and began to violently twitch.

Deep in the throes of an orgasm Joyce was slowly grinding her hips on Odell’s
groin when with a loud “AAAHHH SSSHHIT” Odell began to frantically pump his
pulsating prick into her slit.

With a huge eruption Odell’s dick jerked, spouted and shot his load of cum up
into Joyce’s tight pulsating twat. As her cunt contracted and squeezed the
last drop of cum from his dick Joyce dropped onto Odell’s chest and rolling to
his side took his dick into her mouth and began to suck the cum from it.

As Joyce cleaned Odell’s prick both Ron and Carolyn moved into place with Ron
sliding is head between Joyce’s thighs and tonguing her slit sucking up
Odell’s cum . Carolyn slid her cunt into Odell’s face and then took Ron’s
prick and running her tongue around the shaft and over the head lovingly
sucked the juice from it.

Raising her head from Odell’s dick and temporarily breaking the daisy chain,
Joyce said “See, Assholes, it would be much better if you wait for me next
time.”

It was almost time for Stephanie to get home and Alicia was getting warm
with excitement at the thought. She was finishing the vacuuming, the
last of the housework that she had told her to do that day. Nothing
thrilled her more than playing servant to the tall, imperious girl she
had married. She was so beautiful and she loved her so much – that
kneeling in submission before her was the supreme pleasure in her life.
She had a hard-on in her tight panties, beneath the frilly white apron
that covered them, truly a slave of love to that girl.

She heard the front door open and a tingle of titillation went through
her. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching her finish her
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vacuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair.

“I’m tired, Alicia,” she sighed. “it’s been a hard day, one conference
after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you.
Inefficient. I have to do everything myself.” She nodded, shutting off
the vacuum cleaner as she motioned for her to set it aside and come
to her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped, “and then massage my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, hurrying over and addressing her in the
form she most liked to hear. It thrilled her just to say those words,
the submissive words of a love slave, and she was soon on her knees at
her feet.

With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Alicia lifted
one of the feet Stephanie offered her and caressed the well-polished
shoe. She removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot
in the palm of her hands. This was the finest prize she could imagine
as she stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to
bestow a worshipful kiss.

Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she
did so,then parting her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,
Slave,” she ordered her, “and eat my pussy.”

It was involuntary movement as Alicia nodded in submission, setting down
her foot to bend her body towards her wife. As she moved closer to the
edge of the chair she pressed her face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. Her
lips touched the soft succulent skin that covered the clefted little
mound of her pussy and the fragrance of her juices increased so strongly
that she suddenly thrust her tongue deep into her cunt and swallowed her
juices. The more Alicia licked her wifes pussy, the hotter it felt and
her
juices were flowing even more. She could hear her softly moaning above
her as she lapped away on her marvelous twat.

She felt her quiver with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed she
heard her speak. “Undress me, Alicia,” she commanded; and it was an order
that never failed to excite her further.

She came up from between her thighs with trembling fingers and reached
or the buttons that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. She
undid them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts as
the garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking her aside as she did so,
and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her shoulders. Her
large, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as she stared up at them. She
put her moist fingers in the waistband of her black skirt, then pulled
it down over her slender ankles, and she stood before her nearly naked,
wearing only a black and red garter belt and the nylon stockings it
suspended.

“Get my red negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said.

“Yes, mistress,” she replied gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, her
cock a stiff stick in her panties, impeding her progress.

She returned with her finest negligee; and as she stood tall in the
middle of the living room she placed it reverently over her voluptuous
body. In her high heels she seemed to tower over her, her perfect
breasts bobbing beneath the see-through material of her negligee. The
rest they were able to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seated
on their tan leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped up
for comfort.

Alicia knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed her aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. Her
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner lips
of her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. She had her
moaning with pleasure as she lapped the juices from deep inside her wet
pussy.

When they were done, she ordered her to stand; and that’s when she
noticed the stiffness of her rod. It tented out the front of her panties
poking up the white apron that covered her front.

“Drop you panties,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your panties, it’s disgraceful.”

Afire with lust and excitement, Alicia undid the buckle of her belt,
unzipped her panties and slowly lowered them to the floor. Her rod sprang
free, huge and stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.
Stripping for her always excited her, made her feel somehow like a little
girl dropping her drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

Once her panties were off, Stephanie rose and stood over her in her high
heeled shoes. She knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her pussy and
quickly went to work. Her tongue was moving as rapidly as a piston in a
stock car as she licked her cunt lips up and down, then stimulated her
clit some more. When she had come, she ordered her to the couch, where
she sat with her rod sticking straight up from her naked lap.

She came to her and straddled her legs, parting her thighs widely as
she settled into her lap. Her huge cock poked apart the delicate lips of
her pussy, and as she lowered her body to her the entire shaft of her
cock slid up her sheath. She rode slowly up and down on her dick, fucking
her, arousing her madly. Her prick was so hard that her upstroke brought
her from her lap to nearly a standing position, and when she went back
down again to engulf her bone, she shuddered from the feeling.

She fucked her like that till she wanted some different stimulation on
the inside of her pussy, then carefully worked her way around till her
back was to her. Obediently she sat there letting her wife control the
movements of the fuck, her rod a stiff pole for her wifes pleasure.

When she was through using her in that manner she rose off her, her
huge cock drawing slowly out of the wet slit of her cunt. She perched
on the arm of the couch and ordered her to rise. Alicia got up, her rod
sticking straight out, and she swung around in front of her. Then, as she
sat with one foot propped up, she had her stand in between her thighs,
probe into her pussy with the long shaft of her cock, and then fuck
gently in and out of her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, sighing
with another orgasm, as she stroked in and out of her hot, tight hole.

“Now I want you to really fuck me good, husband,” she said with a
pleased smile as she drew her rod from her pussy.

She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself on her hands
and knees. Alicia knew what to do. This was one of the most exciting ways
for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both. She sat on the
couch behind her, her rod between her thighs and into the tight channel
of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, she began to slide into
her. Her cock filled her hole tightly, the hotly lubricated channel of
her sweet young cunt.

She fucked her again and again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat
to the couch. Alicia pulled out shooting her load all over her tight ass
then
rubbed it in. She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke
it was to order her into the bedroom.

Their bed chamber was a seductive room, with rust-hued walls and a
gorgeous bronze-like bedspread. They were quickly naked, except for
Stephanies garter belt and nylons, then lounged on the large bed. She
wanted some more of that doggie-style fucking that Alicia was giving her
on the couch, so she got on her hands and knees and ordered her to fuck
her. Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on her knees and
stuck her rod up her cunt from behind. Then she shoved it in and out,
battering her shapely buttocks with her loins as she fucked her harder
and harder.

When she withdrew, Stephanie rolled over onto her back, pulling her on
top of her. Her body was coated with sweat, her forehead beaded with
dewy perspiration and her rod as stiff as it had ever been in her life
as she mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as she felt her
dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy. She was over her like a
real man now, aroused again to a fever pitch of maddened lust. She was
pounding her cock into her tight hole, fucking into her as hard as she
could, pistoning her pole as rapidly as possible.

She knew she couldn’t hold her come much longer, and even though she
jerked her dick out of her pussy in an effort to control it, she shot
off all over her stomach and everywhere. Stephanie loved it as she
felt burst after hot burst of her sticky cum splatter on her belly
and tits.

They lay panting on the bed for some time, then rose and went to the
bathroom where they both washed themselves clean. They returned to the
bed chamber, as Stephanie threw on her negligee again. Together, they lay
in each others arms on the soft, bronzed bedspread, talking about the
lovemaking that had gone on before. They both agreed that it had been
good, at least as good as any time in the past. And the more they talked,
the more aroused they became again.

Alicia’s cock wasn’t hard enough for her to fuck her again, but there
was
another way she could please her wife, and she suggested it! (Major
accomplishment here, everyone give her a big hand). Soon she was on her
back on the bed, her negligee wide open, her thighs spread to bare her
pussy. Alicia got on her stomach between her legs and pressed her lips to
her cunt lips. Soon she was sucking gently, and it wasn’t long before she
was quaking from another orgasm. She continued her pleasant task, till
Stephanie laid back, still and satisfied.

Then Alicia turned over onto her back, her dick semi-hard, fairly
begging
to be sucked back to full length. When her wife roused from the wonderful
stupor induced by her cunt-lapping, she got over her cock and fiddled with
it. The more she played with it the harder it got, till finally she slid
her lips over the head. It swelled up in her mouth, hardening as she
sucked,and in time her lips were gliding up and down the length of her
raging hard-on. She sucked for a long time, because she was able to
control
herself for quite a while.

At last she came, shooting off and hitting the roof of her mouth with
her cum. She parted her lips, letting the stuff roll out. She loved the
taste of Alicia’s cum in her mouth, loved the sensation of the stuff
rolling
over her lower lip.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

LOVE
YOUR SLUT
ALICIA

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