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

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

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

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

One afternoon in 1983, a couple came into my office, a hefty
woman, around 45, and a young man around 26 or so. They sat down
and the conversation that was struck that day amazed me and left
me speechless. The woman sat down and the man stood behind her.
She introduced herself then introduced the man. She simply said,
“This is my houseboy and personal slave.” She snapped her
fingers and this young man knelt down beside her chair, never
saying a word. I was shocked. She explained that they lived a
different lifestyle from most people. She explained how her slave
had given his life to her service.

Now I wasn’t born yesterday. I’d read stories about this -
I was fascinated. “Well, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“We’re looking for a woman doctor to help us. You see, my
slave here has agreed to give his manhood to me. We need a
doctor to perform the surgery.”

I was dumbfounded. I was going to flat out say no. I mean a
doctor can lose his or her license for performing an unnecessary
surgery like that. However, she told me she understood it was
illegal but was asking me to bend the rules a bit. She explained
how she too would want this quiet, and she promised not to make
public her visit. She tried to make me understand how
significant this offer made to her was. For a slave to offer his
manhood was the ultimate sacrifice every woman in her select
circle of lady friends desires. Also, she said she had very
personal reasons for asking for this unique surgery. She gave me
her number and ask me to think about it and then to call her.
Well I thought about her visit for two weeks. I couldn’t get it
out of my mind. Finally I called her. She asked me to come to
her home for supper.

I arrived at her home around 6:30. She met me at the door
and directed me to the kitchen. There I found this young man
totally in the nude, making final preperations for the evening
meal. We sat down and her slave served us dinner, but he didn’t
join us; he stood at attention behind and to her left. At
dinner, she explained that her slave had been her property for
five years. She worked and he took care of the house and was not
allowed out of the house unsupervised. She said he was not
supposed to relieve himself without permission. That was where
her slave had faltered. She had bought him cock collar after
cock collar, but he kept getting out of them. “There’s nothing
that pisses me off more than a slave who continually plays with
his ugly cock and disobeys my orders. This slave is the horniest
slave I’ve ever seen,” she said. She made it quite clear that
she was the boss, and that his latest infraction had violated his
oath to her.

She then took a plate and scraped off the scraps on her
plate. Then she took the scraps from my plate. She set the
plate on the floor and her slave knelt down and began to eat them
like a dog. I sat there in total amazement.

“You know what he did last week?” she asked as I shook my
head. “I took him out of his cock collar. He promised that he
wouldn’t cum. He was lying in front of the chair and I was using
his face and body as a footrest, when my foot just happened to
brush against his cock. And he shot a load of cum all over my
foot! It was disgusting. Well, that was it. For five years he
hasn’t been able to control his urges or his cock. I made up my
mind I was going to get rid of him. There’s an old black woman
down in Brooklyn who has shown some interest in him at some of
our parties. I was getting ready to call her when my worthless
and undisciplined slave volunteered to give up his manhood for
me. And I think that is the only way to control his urges for
self gratification. That’s why we called on you.”

We went into the living room as her slave cleaned up. She
said that what she really wanted was not for me to do the
surgery, but she wanted me to be present so she could do the
surgery herself. In other words, I was to talk her through it.
That wouldn’t be so difficult. Castrations are done by farmers
everyday (of course on cows and pigs). We talked some time about
the operation. “You know something?” she said. “I’m going to
miss his balls. You don’t know how much fun they are to torment.
I like to put weights on them and watch them stretch. And when I
bend him over to put a whip to his backside, it’s exciting to
watch his balls dangle between his legs. It gives me something
to try to hit. You know, he has some nice balls.”

“Yes,” I said, “I noticed that at dinner.”

“They’re so big and loose this time of year, it almost seems
a shame to remove them.”

“We don’t have to remove them if you’d rather not,” I said.
“There are alternatives.”

“I thought the only way to handle this was to remove his
balls.” she questioned.

“Oh, heavens no. You see, there are various forms of
castration. The most common is the type that farmers do. They
are trying to improve their herd so they sterilize all the bulls
except their stud bull. They do that by removing the testicles.
Another way is to remove the entire genitals. That can be
considered a major surgery. I think we had better rule that one
out. But the final way is the way that I think would fit your
purpose.”

With that, I drew a brief drawing of what I was talking
about. “You see,” I said, “what we do is basically remove the
penis. Not all of it; we’d have to leave a very small stub,
giving us room to clamp off the blood vessels. Also, that stub
will save room for the urethra. He has to pee. You see,” I said
as I drew a jagged line across the drawing, “all we have to do is
make a cut above the rest, leaving those beautiful balls for you
to torment as much as you please.”

“You make it sound so simple,” she exclaimed.

“It basically is. I mean the penis is only skin and muscle.
Contrary to belief, there is no bone there. The biggest problem
will be to cut off the blood vessels. Once we deaden and
localize the area, the muscles will go limp.”

“Will he be awake for this?”

“Sure. Once he’s been deadened, he won’t feel a thing.”

She looked at me in amazement. “Will his voice change? You
know the stories, the ones about the high squeeky voice and all.”

“No. Here’s the beauty of this type of operation. All the
male hormones are supplied by the testicles. We’re not removing
the testicles. What we are going to do is remove the highly
sensitive underside of the penis. I don’t know about you, but
I’ve never seen a man cum without rubbing and stroking his penis.
By removing the penis, there is nothing for him to stroke. The
cruel part is that the juices will be bubbling in his balls.
He’ll still be horny, but there can never be release. He’ll be
hornier than ever, but he must suffer through it. I mean this is
permanent. It’s pretty cruel, probably the worst thing you can
do to a man.”

“Yeah,” she answered with an evil gleam in her eye. ” But it
sure is exciting to think about, ain’t it?”

I had to admit that it did make my juices flow. At that time
her slave came in. He knelt down at her feet and kissed both of
them. We started telling her slave about the surgery. We
described how it would be done and what the consequences would
be. But before we finished, he began crying. He looked into his
mistress’s eyes and asked, “Isn’t there another way?”

She reached down and gently brushed his head. “I’m afraid
not, Tony. I’ve been patient with you for five years. You just
can’t control yourself. I want you to understand. I won’t make
you do anything. What I’m saying is that I need a slave I can
depend on. The choice is yours. If you stay with me, you’ll
have to be fixed for your own good. If not, I’ll have to take
another slave. In fact, Mary has offered to give me Barry if you
decide to go. You’re better looking, Tony, and even better hung,
but Barry is more diligent and has remarkable control. Tony, I
think I deserve the the best slave I can get. Don’t you think
so?”

He shook his head in agreement, but I could tell he was
devastated to be involved in the conversation.

Looking at me she asked, “Where do you propose we make the
cut?”

Motioning for Tony to come over to my chair, I proceeded to
use Tony’s penis to illustrate where the final transection would
take place, when I marveled, “My what an enormous penis he has.
It must be at least 8″ long. It seems a sin to cut off so much
beautiful cock. What a waste, when scores of men would love to
have this cock. A lot of women, too, I might add.”

“Yes,” she said, “too bad he has absolutely control over his
urges. I want a slave who eats and sleeps thinking about
pleasing me. He says he wants to be my slave, but he
concentrates more on his own sexual urges than on mine. And for
women who run in my circle, there’s no excuse for that. The
whole essence of a female dominant lifestyle is sexual
fulfillment for her and sexual denial for him. Tony refuses to
be denied. It’s time he accepts denial, or I have no place for
him in my domain. I’ve been patient long enough.”

She seemed quite determined as I proceeded to illustrate
where to place the cut above the rest of his genitals. Reaching
out, I took hold of his erect penis, and with my other hand I ran
my finger across an invisible line just above his balls. “I’d say
we’d remove it right about here, leaving him a short little
stub.”

But before I could get another sentence out, Tony’s penis
spasmed right in my hand and a huge glob of cum shot all over my
fingers. As I jerked away, this eruption spewed all over the
floor.

“How disgusting,” I groaned, shaking cum from my hand.

The woman sprang up and slapped him to the floor and started
screaming at him. He was crying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as she
screamed, “Lick this mess up! Lick it up!” Then he was on all
fours, licking sperm off the floor.

When I returned from the bathroom where I had gone to wash my
sticky hands, she had him standing in the corner yelling
obscenities at him. She had produced a paddle and was smacking
his ass with it. All the while he sobbed, “I’m sorry! I couldn’t
help it!” But she kept landing that paddle on his butt!

“Doctor, it’s you who should be doing this,” she said,
offering me the paddle. “It was you hand that he defiled.”

Now this is not what I expected. His butt was already red,
but he made me mad. I took the paddle and smacked his ass as
hard as I could at least ten times. And he kept crying, “I’m
sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You see, doctor, he has absolutely no control. It’s a
perfect waste of a beautiful cock. I can’t even use him as my
stud, for no sooner do I put that long hard penis inside me, when
he shoots and the looses his hard-on. He’s got to be fixed.
He’s disappointed me for the last time. I can’t even bring my
girlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn’t make a mess
on one of them.”

“I don’t understand it,” I said. “All I did was simply touch
it!”

“That’s all it takes… what a tragedy. A beautiful cock
gone to hell. I can’t ride it; I can’t even torment it. What a
bunch of bullshit… You know, my sister has a slave that has
teriffic staying power. He’s in control of his balls and goes
for weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn’t cheat,
either. He doesn’t sneak off and play with himself, either. He
turned his balls over to my sister and he’s happy to accept his
slave status… But not Tony. He sneaks around, shoots at the
drop of a hat, and denies the thing every dominant woman must
have — complete control over his sex life. He’s got to be
fixed.”

Tony was still in the corner, crying like a whipped dog. I
felt sorry for him but could understand the situation. So I
decided I’d help. We made arrangements to practice so that she
would be able to perform the surgery. For the next two weeks we
practiced the surgry. I’d arrive at her house. (I wasn’t about
to do this in my office.) I’d bring a thick sausage to practice
on. We’d take needles and practice injecting the novacaine. And
at the end of each session, that knife would slice the sausage
into two parts and each time I watched, my pussy creamed,
thinking about the real thing.

Finally the evening came. I arrived at her house with all
the surgical equipment. There were several cars parked out front
and when I entered, there in the living room were six other women
that I had never seen.

“Well, I guess this is the night,” my hostess said, greeting
me at the door. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”

As I was being introduced, I found myself shocked and amazed
at the way some of the women were dressed. Some wore leather
with spiked boots, while others dressed more casually. They
apparently were fellow dominants invited to watch the
proceedings. There ws also a man dressed in a maid’s outfit,
walking around in heels. He approached me with a tray and
offered me a drink which I gladly took.

When we entered the living room, low and behold, there was a
totally naked man lying face up in front of the couch and two
ladies were resting their feet on him. They were using him as a
footrest and one big old fat woman had her foot smack in his
face. But the amazing thing is the complete mater-of-factness
about the whole thing. Yet each lady I was introduced to was
exceedingly nice and friendly.

The only seat available in the room was on the couch. “Have
a seat, doctor,” the fat woman on the couch said, as she patted
the place beside her. I had to step over the man on the floor.
And I sat down. “Don’t be shy. This slave is down there to be
used . Feel free,” the fat woman said. Well, when in Rome, I
thought to myself. I slipped off my shoes and rested my feet on
this man’s chest.

“Doctor, let me introduce you to Tony’s mother,” the hostess
said as she pointed to the fat lady on my left.

In shock I exclaimed, “Tony’s mother?”

“Yes, you see it was Tony’s mother who gave him to me five
years ago. I was sure I could solve his problem, but I just
can’t.”

“You see, doctor, Tony’s had an overactive penis since he was
a boy. He was always masturbating himself crazy,” his mother
said. “I knew he had a problem when I had him, so I gave him to
another mistress who could deal with him in a more mistress-like
way.”

“I’ve tried, heaven knows! It has just come down to this,”
Tony’s mistress said in an apologetic way.

“Yes, it’s too bad. But being fixed seemes to be the only
answer. I couldn’t control him when I had him. What does the
good book say: ‘If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out,’ or
something like that. I just hope it won’t hurt too much,” Tony’s
mother said.

“Once he’s deadened, he won’t feel a thing. Though the
needles hurt some, we can’t help that,” I assured her.

For the next fifteen minutes we ladies talked. They had
hundreds of questions to ask and I did my best to answer them.
But in no time, we were on our way downstairs. It was time for
the thing to be done.

Tony was already bound to a sort of X-frame with his hands
bound overhead and his legs fastened at the bottem arms of the X.
Across the middle, he was also bound with straps around his
thighs so he couldn’t move. The rest of the ladies took seats in
the chairs provided. One of the ladies I noticed didn’t even
hesitate. She raised her dress, spred her legs and after sitting
down, forced the man in the maid’s outfit to bury his face
between her legs. She simply laid back and prepared to enjoy the
so-called entertainment. I remember one other woman saying,
“That sounds like a good idea,” and she took the naked man who
for a time had been my footrest, and pushed his face between her
legs also. It was apparent that these ladies were here to have a
good time.

As we prepared the equipment, Tony’s mother went up to her
son and rubbed her hand gently over his cheek, showing her
concern.

“Mom,” he whispered, “they’re going to cut my penis off.”

“Yes, I know, dear. I’m sorry. But I think we both know
this is for the best,” she said, still stroking his face.

“Mom, I just can’t help it. It just errupts. I try! I
really try! I want to be good, but I can’t control it!” he
cried.

“I know,” she said. “My poor baby. Ever since you were a
boy, just eleven or twelve, you’ve wanted to be a slave.
Remember the time I caught you dressing in my clothes? I was so
mad, I spanked you but the spanking only excited you more. You
shot your load then and I hadn’t even touched you. It simply had
rubbed itself across my lap. You’ve always wanted this. I’d
find those domination magazines under your mattress. I told
myself that you were different. Some mothers look to their sons
to be doctors or lawers, but I knew you would make some woman an
excellent houseboy and personal body slave someday. You were
always so docile and shy. But I loved you for what you were.
Some people are born to serve and you could do worse than live to
make some woman happy.”

“Mom, you’ll always be my favorite girl. But right now I’m
scared. Mom, she wants me to give up my penis, my sex life or
she won’t keep me. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t think
it’s fair. It’s too much. She’s being unreasonable,” he
pleaded.

“Now you hush. Your mistress is one of the finest ladies I
know. She treats you right. She fulfills everything you’ve ever
wanted. When I found her for you I knew she was right for my
boy. But a mistress has to do what is best for her and her
domain. Your problem is always going to be a wedge in that
relationship. When this thing is over you’ll both be happier.
Every time you give her an orgasm, you’ll both know it was done
unselfishly. You serving her for service’s sake. That’s
important to a mistress. You can’t serve two masters. You’ll
come to see that her pleasure is your pleasure. You serve your
mistress from your heart, not your cock. A woman wants that.
And I hope when this is over, your mistress will come to me and
say that you are the best slave she’s ever had. That would make
me proud.”

“I know, but I sometimes wish it was like it used to be.
Remember when I started college. I though I’d knock your socks
off when I asked you to take me as your slave?”

She laughed, “Surprised the hell out of me, but I was a sport
and said yes.”

“Shocked me, too,” he said. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I knew all about you, remember. Remember the schedule I set
up for you to do the housework? And that frilly lace apron I
made you wear? I’d get a kick watching you do the housework
completely naked, except in that apron and your high heels,” she
laughed.

“I did a pretty good job, though.”

“Sure did. I always knew you’d be a good houseboy. I
especially liked the way you’d lick my toes then slowly blow on
them. And boy, how can I forget the way you eat pussy. You used
to eat my pussy by the hour. I miss that,” she confessed. “But
dammit, Tony, you always would mess up my sheets. You couldn’t
put a handle on that penis of yours. In fact, if I’d kept you,
I’d probably be doing the same thing. It’s got to be done.”

“I know, Mom. I guess that’s why I agreed to this,” he said.

“Tony,” she said, looking out at the women who were there to
watch, “these ladies are here to watch something special. What
your doing is the supreme, unselfish act any slave can do for his
loving mistress. In a way, I’m very proud of you.”

His mother sat down to watch. I think, as strange as the
whole thing sounds, she was proud of her son, and disappointed at
the same time. She surely realized what he was about to lose.
Forever. But deep down she knew that this was for the best.

With everything now ready, I sat down with the other ladies.
Tony’s mistress was prepared to do the whole thing by herself.
All eyes were on the bound, naked young man with the enormous
cock and balls.

“Tony, before we complete what must be done, as your loving
mistress, I want you to experience one last orgasm. Your last
cum.” The ladies in the room chorused the chant, “One last
come… one last cum…”

Tony’s penis was erect and firm as his mistress took her hand
and gently stroked his cock. It wasn’t even ten seconds and his
balls shot a geyser of sperm. His mistress shook her head and
whispered, “Even now he can’t last longer than a few seconds.”
The room was full of electricity. The chorus “One last cum,” the
stroking of the penis and the moans as Tony orgasmed his last
time.

Cleaning the mess, his mistress wiped his cock and balls with
alcohol. Then taking the needle, as we had practiced, all eyes
watched as the needle slid underneath the skin at the base of the
penis. She squeezed the fluid in, then removed the needle and
injected it again, only underneath where she had made the first
injection. She did quite well. Only this time it wasn’t a
sausage. It would take five minutes for the area to deaden
enough to proceed.

Next, she took the clamp and about halh an inch above his
scrotum she applied the clamp and tightened it as tight as she
could. This of course would restrict the flow of blood, allowing
her to seal off the blood vessels once the transsection was made.
His penis was perfectly limp now. It hung long and lanky. She
took it in her hand, flipped it back and forth, lifted it and let
it go, watching it swing freely.

Looking at Tony, she took the needle and poked the base of
his penis. “Do you feel anything, slave?” she asked.

“No, nothing, Mistress.” he answered.

“Is there anything you’d like to say before the thing is
done?” she asked.

“Mistress, I would like to say that I understand.” With
courage, he looked out at the ladies who were creaming with
excitement from what they were seeing. He stoically said, “And
all you other ladies here, I want you to know that I’m giving my
mistress my penis because I love her, and I want her to be happy.
As my mom told me, I’ve always wanted to be a slave, ever since I
was in junior high school. But I haven’t been a very good slave.
I have been too selfish and uncontrollable. I hope this will make
me a good slave.”

“Tony,” his mistress said, with a proud look in her eyes,
“I’ll bet after this you’ll be the best slave that any woman can
have. It’s a great sacrifice you’re making for me and today
you’ve made me very very proud.”

With that, she picked up the knife. It wasn’t a surgical
knife. She had insisted she use one of her kitchen knives. “It
adds excitement to it,” she said to me. And I guess that’s true.
I’ll bet there’s not a woman out there who has cut through one of
those thick hot dogs or sausages and hasn’t in her mind thought,
“what if this were what’s-his-name’s cock!” Besides, I had taken
the knife to the clinic and sterilized it.

Reaching out with her left hand, she took the glans of his
penis and stretched it straight out. She held the knife in her
right hand and brought it within inches of his penis.

Now I have to relay what was happening from the audience. all
eyes were on the knife, but each lady had either a hand or a face
in her pussy. The woman next to me had taken her breasts out of
her outfit and was rolling her fingers and kneading her erect
nipple and with her other hand she was furiously rubbing her
pussy. Her eyes, as big as saucers, were fixed on the knife and
from from her lips the words, “Doit, do it, doit,” could be
heard.

In fact, every woman except Tony’s mother was on the verge of
sexual explosion as each one got so wrapped in it. I too slid my
hand down into my panties and rubbed my clitoris. I couldn’t
help it. And soon, more of the ladies took up the chant, “Do it,
do it, do it.”

And we watched. And we watched. Pulling his penis even
more, she let the knife blade slowly descend until it came to
rest on that invisible line that lay ‘a cut above the rest.’ In
less than a few seconds, the knife, in a sliding motion, sliced
cleanly through the flesh. And like a champion with her prize,
she lifted it for all to see. From her left hand hung the ‘penis
of many troubles.’ It would cause no one trouble anymore.
The women all moaned and seemingly erupted. They literally
shook in their chairs as they orgasmed to what they had seen with
their unbelieving eyes. I too uncontrollably exploded in the
best orgasm I had had in years. It was purely Freudian. But it
was more than my libido could stand. Call it penis envy. Call
it sadism. Call it anything you want, but my pussy shook and I
simply closed my eyes and blacked out for nearly a minute. When
I came to, I found my hostess busy preparing the wound; so I
jumped up to help.

When I was finished, we released Tony who looked beaten but
in good shape. I took him upstairs to lie down and rest. I
administered him a shot to make him sleep. Then I went to the
bathroom to wash my hands.

Returning to the dining room, I found all the ladies around
the table. Someone had washed Tony’s penis, and it lay on a
tray. Each woman reached out and squeezed it or touched it in
some fashion. There before them lay the ‘penis of many
troubles.’

Tony’s mistress seemed to have a little regret in her voice
as she said, “I wish I hadn’t had to do it.”

Tony’s mother gently took her by the arm. “Don’t blame
yourself. It had to be done. I know Tony. He loves and
worships you. And above all else, he wants to be a good slave,
but his penis always stopped him. It won’t stop him anymore.”

“I know,” she said. “He had the most beautiful cock,” she
said, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. “I just wish
he could have controlled it.”

“What are you going to do with his penis?” one of the ladies
asked.

“I’ve got a beautiful decorated jar. I plan to keep it as a
reminder of this day. That way Tony can, from time to time, look
at it and remember. It will help remind us both of what was
sacrificed this day.”

I checked on Tony off and on for a few weeks. He healed fine
and the skin covered over the wound, giving him the tiniest
little stub. Tony’s problem was solved. There wasn’t enough for
him to accomplish an orgasm.

I haven’t seen them for years. However, that Christmas I
received a nice Christmas card from Tony and his Mistress. From
what Tony wrote on the card, I could imagine that things were
running smoothly at their home. Tony worte, “Thank you for all
you help. Come this Christmas season you will have truly helped
me to understand that it is more blessed to give than to
receive.”

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

“Hungry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bath or beer?”

“Either.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want me to stop?” I query.

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

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

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

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

Once you walked inside and saw how nice the reception area was,
and how sophisticated the receptionist, your no longer doubted
the wisdom of your decision. The receptionist greeted you warmly
and asked you to have a seat until Mr. Lamborghini could come for
you. Lamborghini. Even the name was reassuring.

“Ah, Miss Anderson! How wonderful you were able to come early!
Do come in, my dear. We have everything set up, so if you like
we can begin right away.” He was a large man, handsome in a
rugged sort of way, yet his eyes were surprisingly cold even
though his smile appeared very genuine. He was well dressed with
expensive dark slacks and what appeared to be an expensive silk
shirt accented with a heavy gold chain around his neck. He took
your arm and bowed slightly as he held the door for you. The
crew were not so impressive, especially the slick looking young
man who seemed to be leering at you as though you were dessert.
There was something definitely unlikable about him, in spite of
his dark, curly hair, his California tan, and his athletic build.
Again, it was the eyes that disturbed you the most.

“All right, gang, this is the big scene now,” said Lamborghini.
We open with a long shot…”

“Mr. Lamborghini?” You were hesitant to disturb him, but some-
thing was not right here.

“What is it?” he snapped, turning to glare at you at though you
were there to clean up and not to be his star.

“Mr. Lamborghini, a friend of mine told me you’re a little dif-
ferent from other directors he knows, but shouldn’t I get ready
first? What about makeup? And what should I wear?”

He smiled, but it was not a reassuring gesture. “When I need
help, Dear, I’ll be sure you’re the first to know.”

“But…”

“So! Now, Frank first we get a long shot of you coming in the
door toward Miss Anderson. She has her back turned to you,
obviously not expecting company. Her husband is gone for the
day, and you’re his best friend, so at first she’s not too
alarmed to see you. Then you tell her what you’re going to do,
and her expression turns…

The color drained from your face as you realized the old trap you
had fallen to with your eyes open. Frantically you looked around
for a way to escape. No one was looking your way, so you made a
dash for the door to the reception room. Locked! Oddly, they
were still ignoring you. You ran to a door across the room, next
to the bed that you had not noticed until now. Locked!

“…then her husband comes in and sees you in bed with her. At
first he is angry, but then he gets all excited by what you’re
doing…Look, Miss Anderson. You’re not going anywhere. Don’t
make this hard for all of us. O.K., now that she’s all hot and
bothered, we’re going to have to make a little revision here.
Might be more interesting this way. All right, Frank. We’ll
start where she already knows what’s going to happen to her.
Lights! Roll ‘em! Action! Go get ‘er, Frank!”

The one called Frank lunged at you and began pawing at your
blouse as he pushed you back toward the bed. You screamed and
tried to push him away, but he got his hand on the neck of your
blouse and ripped it off from you. He laughed and tore at your
skirt as you tripped and fell backwards onto the bed.

The camera moved in for close ups as Frank pinned you to the bed
with one arm and casually pulled your bra off with his right
hand. He grabbed your full young breasts with both hands and
tried to kiss you as you jerked and twisted beneath him trying to
avoid his lips. You screamed then and he reared up to slap you
hard across the face. Stunned and in shock at the suddenness and
viciousness of his attack, you fell back while he slowly and
deliberately slipped your panties down over your legs and tossed
them aside. You screamed again as he spread your legs for the
camera, but you knew you were helpless to resist all of them.

Suddenly the cameraman stood up, almost dropping his portable
camera. There was no sound but the faint whirring of an exhaust
fan somewhere in the next room. A very large black man loomed up
over you, and the one called Frank rose up in the air as though
snatched up by a construction crane. The black man tossed him
against the wall as easily a though he were a pillow.

“Hobbes!” Lamborghini cried. “Look, Mr. Hobbes, we didn’t know
you wanted to watch the filming. I mean, hey! Sure, come on in!
Make yourself at home. Jane! Get a drink for the boys! Sit
down…”

“Shut up!” the black man snapped, at the same time stepping aside
to let the tall, quiet man face Lamborghini who was visibly
trembling.

“Mr. Hobbes…please!”

The black man smashed Lamborghini in the face, then pulled out an
awesome-looking black automatic and stuck it in the man’s mouth
so his chattering teeth made little clicking sounds on the cold
metal.

The tall man didn’t look dangerous at all. He was quiet, even
scholarly in appearance with his unassuming glasses and the touch
of gray at his temples. It was the voice that chilled the room.
He spoke softly, without emotion. “Nick, give the girl your
coat. She’s coming with us…Lamborghini, you know your job
better than this. We don’t use amateurs when I finance your
films. This is business. You get your kicks on some other
playground, but not with my money.”

“Look, Hobbes…” Lamborghini mumbled around the barrel of the
gun.

“MISTER Hobbes.” Nick pushed the barrel of the gun further into
Lamborghini’s mouth.

“Mifter ‘obbes…”

“Let’s go, Nick. Get the girl.”

The big black man covered you with surprising gentleness, then
lifted you as though you were weightless. He held you securely
cradled in one massive arm, taking the reception area door’s knob
with the other hand. He shrugged, took one step backward and
smashed it open with his foot. With practiced ease he opened
the door of the black limousine and placed you on the seat as
gently as though you were a baby. The man called Hobbes got in
beside you, Nick slipped in next to the driver, and the car
rolled away from the curb with scarcely a sound.

“Soundproof, bulletproof…would you like a drink?” Hobbes asked
with a surprisingly gentle smile.

Still in shock, you looked at him blankly and tried to pull the
coat down further.

“I would have offered you my own coat,” he explained softly, “but
as you can see, Nick’s coat covers more of you. Look, Miss, I’m
sorry about all of this. Lamborghini’s a fool. Nobody screws
around…Oops! Sorry. You’re understandably upset. I Don’t
want to add to it.” He smiled again and leaned back without
looking at you until the limo pulled up to the building with the
red-uniformed doorman.

“Mr. Hobbes! Welcome, Sir. Would you like any help, Sir?” You
were beginning to recover enough to wonder at the way the doorman
pretended not to notice that you were clad only in an oversized
man’s suit coat. You couldn’t help wondering how common it was
for this quiet stranger to come here with scantily clad girls.
As you slowly got out of the limo, the doorman graciously covered
you with his own long coat and an attendant rushed out to offer
assistance. Thinking more clearly now you decided that if you
were going to be raped, it might as well be in style.

“Forget it, Miss,” Hobbes said with a trace of a laugh in his
voice. I brought you here for a hot bath and some new clothes.
Nothing more.”

You blushed in spite of yourself, and tried to duck down inside
the coat so he couldn’t see.

The suite was spacious, and servants seemed to be everywhere. One
bright young woman rushed you off to the palatial bathroom and
for the next hour you lay back in a huge, sunken marble tub
wondering if you were dreaming.

The young servant brought you a beautiful silk gown and a large
Japanese kimono to wrap around it. She dried you and helped you
dress, then led you back into the living room. Only the man
called Hobbes was there. The servants had all disappeared.

He looked up and whistled softly, and you blushed again in spite
of yourself.

“Well! For the first time I believe it wouldn’t be so bad to be
a dirty old man!” he exclaimed with a cheerful laugh. “But of
course you’re a guest, so you’re quite safe, my little friend.”
He chuckled and you smiled without really knowing why.

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Subject: 2/2 Audition

“Do you have any pets?”

“Hmmmm…Well, I don’t know about this…What the hell! Would
you like to see mine? Her name is Aiki.”

“Eye-kee?”

“That’s right. She’s a pretty little bitch, exceptionally well
trained. Maybe she can help you relax after what you’ve been
through.”

You’re face brightened and you nodded your assent.

“Aiki! Here, girl!” Hobbes called, then whistled.

Much to your surprise, a beautiful young Japanese girl slipped
into the room, wearing a see-through blouse and a very short
mini-skirt. At first you thought she was wearing some kind of
jeweled necklace, then to your astonishment you realized it was a
studded dog collar! The next thing you realized was that her
little brown nipples were clearly showing through the sheer
blouse.

She came up to Hobbes and knelt respectfully in front of him
while he reached down to fondle her pretty little breasts through
the cloth.

“This is our guest, Aiki. Would you like to show her how we
treat pretty young ladies here? Be nice to her now.”

You were unsure just what to do when the girl stood up and came
to kneel before you. Very gently she moved the folds of the
kimono aside and raised the hem of your gown so that she could
get her face up between your thighs.

“No!” You jumped back as her warm tongue touched you.

The girl looked startled, and turned to Hobbes with a questioning
look.

“It’s O.K., Aiki. Maybe she doesn’t like to have it that way.
Why don’t you just remove your skirt and give us a little demon-
stration. Would you like that?”

The girl smiled and pulled her skirt off. She was not wearing
panties, but what startled you even more was that she was com-
pletely bare. As you watched, she knelt with her thighs spread
and slowly masturbated herself in front of you.

“That’s enough, Aiki. Now take off your blouse and get down on
your hands and knees and run around the room for us.”

The Japanese girl was naked in a moment, obediently got down on
her hands and knees and began crawling around the room.

“Well, what would you like to do with her, Dear? She’s yours for
as long as she gives you any pleasure. You can ride on her back,
have her eat you, you can give her enemas, have her do interest-
ing little things to herself…”

“What do you mean!?” you cried in dismay. Yet in spite of your-
self the possibilities began to race through your mind.

“Why is she doing this?”

“She’s a sex slave.”

“What?”

“A sex slave. She does anything that gives me pleasure, and she
does it willingly.”

“Anything?” Your voice was suddenly husky.

“Come here, Aiki.”

Still crawling on her hands and knees, the girl came up to Hobbes
with a big smile and waited.

“Get it out, Aiki. Show our guest how good you are.”

The girl obediently unzipped Hobbes trousers and pulled out his
erect penis. She moved forward, took it into her mouth and began
sucking it like a piece of candy.

“That’s enough, Aiki. Bring the whip, the multi-thonged one.”

The girl crawled away, and you cried out “No! Don’t do that to
her. You can’t.”

“Would you rather I’d do something else to her? We don’t want to
leave any marks on her pretty body, but I’m open to suggestion.”

“Isn’t there anything else you can do? Make love to her, or
something?”

“Of course. Or I can do the same for you, if you like.” He was
smiling, but there was nothing threatening in his manner. You
knew that it was intended as a free choice.

“Will she…ah…can she…”

“Of course, if you’ll let her. Aiki! Come here! No, no. Get
up, Aiki. Give me the whip and let’s see you do something nice
for our guest now. She won’t jump this time. If she does, we’ll
try the whip on her!”

You knew he was joking, yet something about the suggestion excit-
ed you in spite of yourself. Now Aiki was undressing you, and
you trembled with expectation at the feel of her warm tongue. She
held you close to her, with you still standing and she kneeling
between you thighs, licking and sucking you until you thought you
could stand it no longer. Then as you began to come, you felt a
sharp sting on your little buttocks, and the sound of the whip as
it stung you. Yet you could not move from t he eager tongue, and
you waited with fearful anticipation for the next blow. It did
not come.

Instead, Hobbes laughed. “Just couldn’t resist that the way you
were squirming around Aiki’s tongue. What a fascinating sight
you two made.”

Pulling away from Aiki’s face, slipping her hands away from your
thighs, you looked at Hobbes with a mixture of desire and anger.
“How could you!?” you demanded. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“And did I?” asked Hobbes easily, looking at your naked body with
great interest.

“Well, no…not really.” You rubbed the spot that still stung
slightly, then spread your thighs slightly as he came up to you
and slipped his right hand down to fondle your labia. He stopped
then and put both arms around you to hold your naked body close
to him. One hand reached down to lightly rub your little butt
while the other gently massaged your shoulders.

Suddenly you squeaked as you felt Aiki’s tongue flicking you from
behind, trying to get in between your little buttocks.

“Don’t do that!” you squealed, but then she gently pulled the
cheeks apart and with Hobbes feeling of your labia and fingering
your clit from the front and Aiki running her hot tongue in
against your anus, you sighed and let them have total access to
your warm body.

The evening was the most memorable of your life, one you longed
to experience again and again. Hobbes and Aiki taught you so
much that you had never known, and now could not live without.
But it’s late, and biographers are human. So we must conclude
and come back some other evening.

When you awoke the next morning, in your own apartment with no
memory of how you got there, the phone rang as you were getting
up

“Miss Anderson?” The voice was unfamiliar, and you were wary.

“Yes?”

“Miss Anderson, my name is Harry Franklin. I’m a producer with
New International Studios.”

“Oh, my! Another porn movie! Look, fellow, forget…”

“No! No! Don’t you recognize my name? I’m horrified! Two
Academy Awards in five years, and you don’t know ME? Please,
Miss Anderson, don’t break my spirit and threaten my life at the
same time!”

“Yes. Yes, I do recognize your name. But you’ve got to be
playing some kind of a cruel joke. I want to be an actress, but
you couldn’t possibly be offering me a chance to be in one of
your movies! How do you know I can even act?”

“Miss Anderson, you can learn to act a whole lot more easily than
I can learn to swim!”

“What…?”

“Mario Lamborghini was fished out of the river this morning.”

On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a
bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in
during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more
risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite
a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still
great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a
little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he
walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the
$130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was
going to have to end fairly soon.

“How come?” Her voice wasn’t bad either, not the gravelly, husky female
voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same.

I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her)
dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but
I’d only had two of her dances tonight — she had been with other customers.

She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft
cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit.

“Who says it has to end?” she asked softly.

That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for
her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her
(you’re gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before
I’m done).

That left one possibility, one I’d never seriously considered before. It
was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the
owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being
innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like she
was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is
she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker?

I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly
to help me out.

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces
and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we’d both had.
She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, “You’re always really sweet.
You’re friendly and you don’t try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot.
I’d also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun.”
She leaned back to gauge my reaction.

She needn’t have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and
as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she
pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said “I
think I’ve got a ‘yes’ here.” I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly
before my buddy came back from the restroom.

To shorten things a bit, let’s just say that it required a bit of timing
and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand Prix to get me separated from
my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and back with Julie without her fellow
club workers noticing. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed
there. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to
the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her
beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as
possible. It would be my gift to her.

We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping
every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to *really*
kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would
press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with
her entire self, while our tongues “dueled like soft, moist sabers” (I’ve
always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as
possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn’t what I wanted
to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg
for release, to drive her crazy. I’m no Don Juan, but on the few occasions
I’d had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grate-
ful.

Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She’d lost her top and I my
shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I’d managed to slow
the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I
eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear.

“Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for
your having me over.” Yeah, yeah, “having me over” isn’t all that romantic
sounding, but I didn’t want to get really gushy and say “make love”, and “have
sex” seemed *much* too cold.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute
wiggle. I took that as a “yes”, as I reached over and turned on a small lamp.
The light was subdued but ample. Excellent.

I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to grasp her firm
buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and thrust her pelvis gently into
the bed. Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly
removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from
sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked.

Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of
the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and
unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which
I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker
and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile,
was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked
much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips
curled in a small smile. She wasn’t a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more
than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I
don’t know. I didn’t care.

I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage
her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her
cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing
things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands
over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of
good muscle tone and athleticism.

I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn’t want
her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else.

“You like this, baby?” I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. “Good.
Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something.” I slipped off the bed
and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the
long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the
drying rack by the sink.

Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good
cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to
my reposing dancer.

“Mmmm, you’re back,” she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto
the bed. “Now what?”

“Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We’ve more yet to do.” I helped
her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute
wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at
her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening
back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently,
with just a little tongue, while I did so.

It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I
pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins-
tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. But otherwise
she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I
ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of
liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself
between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees, I
slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower
chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast
into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the
nipple. It’s spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands
on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp.

I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my
mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, “Oh God,
that’s good–Jesus!!”

That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremend-
ously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while
she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her
legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth.

Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her
body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button
and she jerked, then sighed. “You’re making me crazy…” Well, that WAS the
point…

I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than
breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I’d move closer for a mo-
ment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, linger-
ing a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip
she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her “heart-on.”
Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on
that small area, while running my hands along her torso.

She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed
the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, “Oh, please stop teasing
me! I need it!”

I moved up and kissed her again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want–need you to do me. Lick me.”

“Lick you where?” This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a
turn-on anyway. “TELL me what you want.”

She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. “I want you to lick my pussy
and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I come. Please.”

I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned
down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrust-
ing into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I
hadn’t even let her see yet. She humped herself against my left leg, and I
could feel the wet heat of her excitement there.

Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a
kiss. “I’m going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to
tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don’t like it, or you want it
faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?”

“You like a little dirty talk, baby?” she asked softly, with a sultriness
in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was
becoming an assertive woman again. Nice.

“Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood.
She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer’s flexibility
served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender
lips and gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty
little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of her.

I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. “Yes, baby!!” she hissed.
“Do it!”

Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as
possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top,
going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any
extra attention yet.

Julie moaned and squirmed. “Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue–go deeper,
deeper, please?” I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as
the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to
grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked,
I couldn’t help but recall an old line said by the late Sam Kinison: “If you’re
ever going down on some chick, and you don’t know what to do, lick the alphabet!
[laughs from the audience] Oh sure, you laugh now, but some day you’ll be
there, and you’ll remember you’re ol’ Uncle Sammy…” I smiled and licked
“J-u-l-i-e” just for the hell of it.

I reached out and grabbed another ice “banana” from the glass. I pressed
it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, “Oh!” I slipped the ice
into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about.
Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my
tongue.

“Yeeow!” she exclaimed. “Do it to me do iiittt…!” She jerked and
gasped and then came, shuddering. “Yessssss…..mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice.”
I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the
quiverings eased.

But I wasn’t done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her
now very wet seam. She sighed again. “Mmmmmm, give me two.” I was happy to
oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Julie
thrust gently back at my fingers.

Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press
under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric.

“Uhnn,” she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets
gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she
thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure
and sensation as it whipped back and forth. “What are–mmmf–you doing?
Oh God, that’s wild–ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes.” She twisted and came, breasts
bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.

I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with
my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came
again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She
squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell
she was becoming super-sensitized.

“Enough!” she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered
through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so
much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her.

Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of
dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to
maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side,
still humping my hand and then yelling:

“Stop, dammit, I can’t take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again,
eeeee…”

I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers in out and out,
gradually slowing the pace, stroking her sweat-slick skin with my other hand
as she began to come down. She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing
in large gasps of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and
gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I finally stopped
and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing
her soft lips. She responded with enthusiasm, though still with an occasional
twitching of her hips.

“That was…that was wild,” she sighed. “Mmmmm, SO good.”

“You were beautiful. I liked watching you come.”

She kissed me again. “Well, give me a second to catch my breath and it’ll
be your turn.” I responded with an anticapatory sound and stroked her pert
breasts and cute nipples.

We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled away slightly and
pressed me me onto my back. She eased her body down on top of me and began to
suck gently at the sensitive skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press-
ing into my chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her
breasts while she worked on me.

After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples sucking each
gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso, occasionally moving down for a
quick stroke on my cock, which was beginning to firm up again. She kissed her
way down my stomach to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up
and down.

I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed saliva over my
shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in, filling her hot, wet mouth.
She sucked at my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down to
see her sweet face working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a
small strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the tip. She
snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds. “Yum,” she said. “You’re
sweet.”

Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I shuddered at the
intense sensation. She went fast, then slow, her tongue always moving over me.
Julie took a deep breath and then went down, taking me all the way in, not
stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair.

“Jesus!” It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back and my toes
curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and all the way down again,
slowly, and then pulled off me completely when my dick began to throb danger-
ously.

“Not just yet,” she said with that devilish smile. She kissed and nuzzled
at my balls taking one at a time into her mouth and humming sweetly. It was
wild and wonderful, and gave my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its
near orgasm. I called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden
hair.

“I love to suck cock,” she said suddenly, her voice throaty. “Especially
nice sweet cocks like this one.” Suck. “I like to feel them throb in my mouth,
I like to taste them on my tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot
their come in my mouth.” Lick “Do want to come, baby? You want to come in
my mouth?” She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick.

Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I groaned, “Yes,
baby, do it. Let me come…” I placed my hands on either side of her chin
and eased her back onto my prick.

Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and try as I might,
the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to hold back. I was thrusting
back up into her sweet, lush lips, now, and she was moaning around my cock
as she fingered her own clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while
getting me off.

“Mph,” she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made herself come,
and that sent me over the edge.

“Get ready,” I gritted.

“Oh, God do it,” she breathed and went back down, sucking strongly. The
pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch, and then I was there, thrust-
ing deeply into her mouth, coming, spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she
swallowed, moaning and sighing happily around my spewing penis…

She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on me even though
the pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She cleaned my cock,
finally letting it slip from her slick lips, which she licked clean and then
swallowed while staring at me lasciviously.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the feel of her
body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me, placing her head on my
chest, where I could stroke her and smell her hair, now mussed and in disarray
from our sex. She began to idly trace patterns on my chest.

“That was pretty great,” she said dreamily.

Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it was all I could
do to give an assenting “Mmmm-hmmm.”

“What do we do for an encore?” There was a bit of playful challenge in
her voice. She didn’t want this night to end any more than I did.

I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little breasts. As the
nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I smiled and said, “I’m sure we can
thing of all kinds of things…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?” Joy didn’t recognize the name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sure does, Joy thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Joy. Soooo, what do we do now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The P.A. boomed: “ROLL CAMERAS!”

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

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

“ALIENS!” boomed the loudspeakers.

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

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

“Oh mama, I want your body NOW!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the military arrived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I used the big brass door knockers on the impressive oak front doors.
After a short pause there was a rustling sound from the other side,
someone fumbling with the knob no doubt. As the door mysteriously
pulled back away from me, a grand foyer was slowly revealed. Surprised
that there was no one to greet me, I was a little unsure of what
etiquette dictated under these circumstances. Deciding that the door
had indeed opened for a reason, I hesitantly stepped inside the stately
home.
I detected a light “clinking” sound as the door began to close behind
me as soon as I had cleared it’s path. I hopped back, out of the way. I
couldn’t help but think that something was not right here! It took just
a moment before I discovered the cause for my uneasiness. A burning wave
of adrenalin rolled down my spine as it became apparent what was
powering the mysterious door. I tried to take it all in, to be as
observant as my vocation demanded, but my cognition was disjointed and
slow in coming.
A girl. She was small, about 5′4″, not much more then 100 pounds. In
her early twenties I surmised. She pushed at the door awkwardly with
her back and bottom, walking backwards. Her hands seemingly held the
door latch which appeared to be pressing into the small of her back.
She didn’t even look up at me as she concentrated on carefully shutting
the door. My mind continued to reel as more observations became
apparent. She was blonde, her hair pulled back into a concealed French
braid. I decided she was dressed somewhat distinctively. She wore a
slim beige skirt that just brushed the top of her knees. A dark green
wool sweater with a V-neck snugly hugged her distinctly feminine
features. The outfit seemed to have a uniform-ish quality to it because
a white shirt and a bright red, man’s style necktie peeked out from
under the sweater. Some of the smaller details emerged in the seconds
that it took for her to close the door. Her white shirt had the those
little tabs on the collar, buttoned tightly under her tie knot. These
tabs caused her tie to stand out a bit more prominently and made the
collar form fit snugly around her supple neck. A small brass name plate
was pinned to her sweater, on her left breast. I couldn’t read it at that
moment. The door thumped closed.
My mind had tried to deny the obvious, I was sure that it was playing
tricks on me, as it surly had from the second the door had opened. It
couldn’t be, but as this strange girl looked up into my face and our
eyes met for the first time, there could be no question, no mistake.
Her big blue eyes gleamed up at me, over the tape. White tape, lots of
white tape covered her mouth. She was gagged. Her hands remained behind
her back as she stepped towards me. A thin chain rustled between her
dainty ankles as she approached with an unmistakable high heeled grace.
Suddenly fear took over my senses. Who could have done this to this
poor girl? Were there criminals in the house who had cruelly bound and
gagged this poor waif? Were they, even now, planning unspeakable things
to do to her? I looked back into her eyes. Why didn’t she appear
frightened? She seemed a bit surprised to see me, but her eyes sparkled
with such expression… There was such a unmistakable aura of
friendliness, of welcome, that I was inexplicably at ease once again.
My eyes were drawn back downward to her mouth. Or rather, the tape
covering her mouth. It was made up of four or five pieces of white
adhesive tape that crisscrossed and covered her entire lower face, from
just under her nose to the tip of her chin. Her chin seemed unnaturally
long before I realized that under the tape her mouth was stretched wide
open. Two wide, black leather straps passed around to the back of her
head giving a clue as to the reason for her open mouth. They exited
from underneath the tape where it ended just to the front of her ears.
Feeling stupid for not noticing it before, I realized that there was
writing on the tape. Upon examining it more closely, I discerned it was
written in flowing, feminine script. It said simply:
“Welcome to the Sumpter home. May I take your coat?”
The writing on the tape reminded me of the of the nameplate on this
mysterious girl’s chest, perhaps that could give me a clue. I glanced
down at it. Etched cleanly in the brass in large block letters was:
“Yvette” and under the name, in smaller scroll print: “Slave”
I suppose that it was natural, but my eyes wandered from the name plate
to the sweet line of the breast that it was pined to. These beautiful
breasts stirred ever so slightly on each breath she took, rising and
falling, stretching and pulling the supple wool embrace of her sweater.
I felt my face flush when I realized that my eyes had lingered a moment
too long on one of her more personal attributes. When I glanced up into
those mysterious eyes once again, I was amazed because her expression
indicated a coy pleasure in my admiration, rather then the almost
universal look of disdain that I was accustom to. She looked at me
steadily for a long moment and then leaned forward, pushing her chin
slightly out to me. My first thought was that she wanted to kiss me,
(Silly me… :^) but her eyes turned casually up and away, she was
attempting to make the writing on her lips more evident. It seemed almost
as if she was speaking the words on the tape. As I looked on dumbly she
turned her back to me and bent forward, raising her pinioned wrists to me.
She wore handcuffs.
Now, although I would never have claimed to be an expert at such
things, I had seen handcuffs before. I’d even worn them once or twice
in my rowdier days. The cuffs I had seen were different then the ones
that adorned her dainty wrists. I was accustomed to a chain between the
cuffs. Short, stout, unyielding, but a chain. These cuffs had no chain.
The two cuffs were linked directly at their base by a hinge type of
contrivance. Her wrists were held parallel to each other with only a
slight “V”ish in-out movement possible. Escape seemed impossible.
Indeed, it was impossible.
An amused voice broke the silence. I had no idea Joan Sumpter had
been watching. “She wants to take your coat, you know?” Joan said as she
approached, smiling. “I did say that you should leave your inhibitions
at home. Now didn’t I?” I was on auto-pilot as I shrugged off my coat and
dropped it over the outstretched arms along with my scarf. The girl
turned back around to face me, keeping her arms raised as high as she
could so my coat would not drag on the floor. Her shoulders were back
and her chest out straining the limitations of her sweater. Joan
sauntered up behind the girl and casually put her arm around her
shoulders. As Joan nonchalantly played with the girl’s clothing,
picking imaginary lint from her sweater and casually adjusting the
dimple in her necktie, she began to explain their unique relationship.

To be continued…

Joan explained that she and her husband enjoyed keeping several such
“domestics”. Each from a various backround, the servants came to their
employment with various objectives. Yvette, for example was a student.
She was studying dramatic arts at a nearby collage. The Sumpters
provided her with her tuition, room and board and enough time off every
weekday to attend class. All those benefits in exchange for absolute,
unquestioning, frequently bound’n'gagged servitude the remainder of the
time. Yvette listened patiently to this exposition and when Joan was
done, looked up at me and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “Would
you pass up a deal like that?” Joan chuckled and then continued on
telling me how Yvette ultimately did enjoy all these trappings. Yvette
tossed her head back haughtily and then humphed airily. “Who me?” Joan
said, clarifying Yvette’s little pantomime. Joan leaned forward and gave
Yvette a kiss on the cheek then shooed her off with a swat on the bum
and an order to have herself “fixed up” so she could help serve the
hors d’oeuvres. As Yvette tried to squeeze between us she brushed
against me, her breasts lightly touching my arm. After Yvette departed,
Joan went on to explain that all of her “Helpers” were with her for
different reasons, but, that they all shared their one common interest.
“If you catch my meaning…” she said. It was difficult not to.
I followed Joan down a hallway as she graciously elaborated on what I
was about to observe. She had kept “Pets” as she put it, for many years.
She had always loved being a boss, in total control. Domineering as it
were. Before she had met and fell in love with her husband, she had
assumed that she would go through life like that. Once they were
married she had tried to forget what she had become accustom to, to
deny it. She tried to put it behind her, and concentrate on their 50-50
relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work out. “Besides,” she said
with a smile, “I’m not a very good housekeeper.” So after several
unhappy months she confessed her desires to her husband. At first, she
said, he was reluctant, but grudgingly accepted a trial run. “After a
while, the idea did seem to grow on him.” She said that as she got to
know me she began to get the impression that I might enjoy her little
diversions. As she was trying to think of a way to thank me for all I
had done, it became more and more apparent to her that this would be a
perfect show of thanks. Certainly better then a case of scotch. I just
wasn’t sure I was up to all this…
We entered a large living room. I glanced around at the formal room
and the guests who chatted pleasantly. Two men and a woman were seated
on two couches. Another girl, statuesque and strong stood nearby. As
Joan and I entered the room the tall girl hurried over to us as fast as
her hobbled stride would carry her. This girl wore a maid’s uniform,
stylized to say the least. The frilly trim on the edges of black satin
uniform was a joy to behold. Lace circled the hem of the ballooning
skirt and starched petticoats peeked out from underneath. A gigantic
white apron edged in ruffles ran from her hem to her shoulders but left
exposed the plunging neckline of her dress. The apron was tied in back
with a big stiff bow. The girl’s ample bosom threatened to spill out of
the front of her uniform at any moment. Around her neck was a tight,
stiff, starched white collar and a floppy red bow tie. The back of her
collar seemed to go down under the back of her dress. There was a brass
name-tag pinned on her apron and I read it as she approached. It said:
“BABETTE Slave”
It was then that Joan explained how Babette had been one of her
biggest challenges. Joan turned to reach down onto a nearby coffee
table and picked up a small, aged, photograph in a frame and showed it
to me. The picture was of a biker woman, leather jacket, torn jeans,
boots, the works. Joan explained that Babette had come to her with a
dilemma: she just wasn’t happy with the way her life was going and she
wanted to make a little change. Joan said she had been eager to help
this lost girl, although perhaps the change was a little more drastic
then Babette originally bargained on. “Babette here, hadn’t even worn a
skirt in over 14 years.” Joan said as she carefully placed the photo
back on to the coffee table. “She came in jeans and work boots one day
and was wearing petticoats and 5 inch heels the next.” I glanced down
at the black patent ankle strap pumps that were locked on her feet and
they seemed to be even higher then that! A red rubber ball was wedged
tightly in her mouth secured with a black leather strap. Even that
strap was trimmed with pretty white lace.
Babette offered me an hors d’oeuvre from the odd tray she was
carrying. The tray was attached to two curved bars that were in turn
attached to pivots, one on either hip. These pivots were anchored to a
hard looking belt, buckled around her waist. The two bars continued up
behind her where they came together into a handle of sorts. The handle
just hung in the air at the moment. I took one of the hors d’oeuvres to
be polite and then Joan motioned her away. As Babette turned I was
surprised to see that she had no arms, or rather, her dress had no
armholes or sleeves. After my little meeting with Yvette, I had assumed
that her arms had been tied somehow behind her, but I had been slightly
mistaken. There was a bulge in the back of her dress and it appeared
that her arms were somehow folded behind her and her dress was then
pulled up over her arms to her shoulders. There were lace patches where
there could have been arm holes, but they were only decorative.
Joan graciously offered me a drink, and by this point I really needed
one. So we went up to the bar. My final surprise was there. Clarette. A
buxom little brunette, she was dressed almost identically with Yvette,
the only difference was that she had a blue pullover sweater vest in
place of the long sleeve sweater Yvette wore. Clarette stood at
attention behind the bar as we approached. A light chain was visible
running from an unseen spot behind her up to the ceiling where it was
securely anchored to a metal ring directly above her head. As she
turned to face us, the inscription on her tape covered lips became
apparent: “Your Pleasure?” “Scotch on the rocks.” I replied because I
really wanted it by then. Clarette pivoted on her high heels and
reached awkwardly for a glass. The chain in the ceiling ran to a
leather strap that pinned her elbows together behind her back. A thin
chain ran from one wrist cuff to the other across the front of her
belly With effort, she was able to reach the glass with her fettered
hand and set it in front of me. She carefully filled the glass with ice
as I marveled at her bound dexterity. Finally with a twist of her wrist
the glass filled with scotch. It may have taken a few moments, but it
was well-worth the wait. I quaffed the scotch and put the glass down,
sending Clarette into her gyrations again. I couldn’t help but be
amazed at her grace.
A side door opened and Yvette entered. Someone had attached the same
type of tray that Babette wore to her hips as well as a small white
apron to protect her skirt. A woman walked behind her with her hands on
Yvette’s shoulders “steering” her into the room. Joan motioned Yvette
over to the bar, while the woman joined the others by the couch.
“Another round for our guests.” She informed Yvette. With that,
Clarette began setting out several glasses and started mixing the
beverages. While Joan was busy straightening Yvette’s tie again, (“I
just can’t abide sloppy knots…” she informed me with a little wink.)
I watched Clarette as she went about her business. As she finished each
drink she hung the glass in a wire rack next to the bar. After Joan was
satisfied with Yvette’s presentablity, Yvette went to the wire rack and
guided the tray under the glasses. Although her hands were still
securely cuffed behind her back, she used the handle on the bar behind
her back to act as a counterweight and it helped position her tray to
lift the glasses out of rack. Amazing. Talent, skill, practice?…
Yvette then headed over to the party with a tray load of drinks
carefully avoiding any spills by manipulating the tray handle. She
curtsied to the guests and it was difficult to tell whether or not the
guests were happy to see her because they were thirsty, or whether they
just needed a new bum to pinch.
Joan took a few moments to introduce me around. Lawrence, her husband
was a painter and photographer, A tall man with lanky features and
graying hair. “Call me Larry” He said. George was the dumpy little man
who sat on the couch, He was slightly balding, and to me, didn’t seem
to have very much going for him. When we shook hands he seemed a bit
like a wet fish. The other two women were “Companions” of Joan’s. Rose
was an older woman, one who was probably very attractive one day, but
now she just looked kind of “hard”. She seemed nice enough, however.
Elaine was the other woman. She could have been your next door
neighbor. The one you borrow a cup of sugar from. Nice, but not really
very interesting.
After some small talk, more hors d’oeuvres from Babette’s tray and
another round of drink’s from Yvette’s I was really getting into the
spirit of things. All three “slaves” seemed to be honestly enjoying
their chores, with only Babette getting a bit cantankerous whenever
someone had the audacity to lift her skirt. You almost couldn’t resist
the temptation. Joan excused herself after a while and went behind the
bar and I saw her unclip the chain hanging from the ceiling to Clarette’s
elbow strap. The two girls then disappeared into the kitchen. I began to
become aware that when Yvette was not waiting on anyone, she would
always return to a place at my side. She would stand at attention
there, waiting to be of service. Babette was more retiring, showing the
same discipline, but back away from the group. Although I tried to be
nonchalant, I couldn’t help but glace up at Yvette a couple of times.
She was simply lovely. I thought I caught her eyes snap away from me
each time I looked up, but I could have been mistaken. After a while,
Clarette entered the room. Her hands were switched behind her back and
now, she too, wore a tray and a new tape message: “Dinner is served.”

To be continued…

–

The guests all retired to the dining room and the three servant girls
made a beeline to the kitchen. After we were seated, Joan joined us and
took her place at one end of the table. Her husband was seated at the
other end and the four guests filled in between. Joan rang a small bell
and the parade began. Clarette, Yvette then Babette entered in turn
each carrying a tray load of food. The tape had been removed from both
Yvette’s and Clarette’s mouths betraying the bright red rubber balls
that were strapped in their mouths. I could see Yvette bite down on the
unyielding rubber as she concentrated on her gait to avoid stumbling
on her hobble. The servants hurried back and forth between the kitchen
and the dining room bringing out plates of food. The meal progressed
with the three servants standing at attention against the wall waiting
to be summoned. I learned that it was considered bad form around this
dinner table for any of the guests to pass anything between themselves.
If one guest wished to use the salt for instance, they would request
the use of the condiment whereupon one of the maids would rush forward
to accept it onto her tray. She would then move to the requester and
offer the salt to them. Many times this only required that she turn her
body as the giver was often seated directly beside the receiver.
The meal was delicious, and as it wound down the three girls hustled
back and forth clearing the table. While Babette busied herself in the
kitchen, Clarette appeared with a tray full of brandy glasses to be
distributed among the guests. George took his glass and casually lit a
huge cigar. He leaned back and summoned Yvette. She came and stood
beside him and gazed across the table meeting my eyes. George shook out
his match and asked Joan: “Is it time for desert now?” Yvette jumped
as if she had been struck! Her eyes flew open and she gaped at me
beseechingly. I couldn’t really gather the significance of George’s
comment beyond the innuendo. Except for Yvette’s consternation, I would
have surly thought it was an idle comment. George dropped the spent
match on Yvette’s tray and waved her away. A look of supreme relief swept
Yvette’s beautiful face as she went to dispose of the match. Clarette
took the last tray of plates and followed Yvette into the kitchen. Joan
sighed and looked at her husband. He shrugged and nodded to her. “Oh,
Sometimes I think that is the only reason you come here…” She said.
“…But I suppose it’s O.K.” With that, Rose and Elaine looked at each
other and giggled. Then they got up and went to stand on either side of
the swinging doors to the kitchen. Rose smiled at my obvious look of
confusion and held a finger to her lips. The kitchen doors slowly
opened and Clarette stepped into the room. As the doors closed behind
her, Rose and Elaine stepped up behind the unsuspecting barmaid and
hooked their arms through her handcuffed arms, catching her elbows and
pulling them outward, totally taking the pretty young brunette under
control. Clarette’s shout was no more then a muffled grunt due to the
tight strap and ball in her mouth and she glanced anxiously back and
forth between her grinning attendants. The two women hustled the
squeeling, struggling, but somehow unresisting, girl out of the room
through the other door and no one (Not even me) raised a finger to intercede.
George stood slowly and stretched, rubbing his pot belly. “Same
place?” He asked Joan. She nodded and he casually walked out of the
room. Joan rose and asked me to chat with Larry for a few moments while
she was gone. Larry was the typical self-searching, reserved artist. In
the course of our conversation he confided in me that he had fallen in
love with Joan the moment he had lain eyes on her, those many years
before. What he didn’t understand at the time, was her sexual appetite.
He smiled as he explained with a twinge of pride, It seemed that she is
something of a nymphomaniac. “At first it was great, but I just could never
seem to get any work done…” was his explanation. When she had come to him
and explained about the urges she had hidden for so long, Larry said he was
not very happy with the idea of sharing her with anyone. But he could
not deny his beloved anything. Once he got used to the arrangements, he
admitted, it was rather pleasant having all these pretty girls underfoot.
The slave girls generally keep Joan content and he could finally get some
work done. It was working out quite nicely.
Joan appeared at the doorway and cleared her throat to get our
attention. She asked if I was ready to go, and I figured that I was. I
noticed that she was twirling a short, thin brown leather strap around
her finger. I followed her out to the foyer where I expected my coat
would be waiting for me. Instead I was astonished to see a pretty girl
kneeling on the floor with her back to us. A girl with blonde hair,
tightly French braided. A tight black leather strap was clearly visible
biting at the nape of her neck. Her green sweater hugged her features as
before, and I could see the back of her stiff white collar pinching her
neck. For some unknown reason, I was confident that she reciently had
her necktie adjusted. Her hands fidgeted in the unyielding steel cuffs.
I began to shake. Joan helped her stand, then looped the strap around
Yvette’s elbows and pulled it tight, pinning Yvette’s elbows together.
She snapped a tiny padlock into the buckle. “I like to make things a bit
more complicated whenever I have the opportunity!” She said as she
turned Yvette around to face me. The tape on her lips had been replaced
with some with a new message on it. It was short and crudely to the
point, “Please, Fuck me!” My mouth hung agape and Yvette looked up at
me innocently. I was simply speechless, I didn’t know what to say!
There was a sudden clatter approaching us as the sound of high heels
on hardwood rang down the hall. Babette rounded the corner in a
terrible hurry and almost slammed into us. Joan let go of Yvette and
jumped into Babette’s path with her arms outstretched. Babette stopped
as short as her patent leathers’ would allow. Someone had removed her
maid’s uniform, petticoats and apron. She stood before us now wearing a
bizarre white corset. It was, to use understatement, tight. It laced up
the front, running from Babette’s belly up to a pair of cups that
supported her exposed mammarys. At the bottom, it ended with six garter
straps that held her stockings in place and little else. Her flower was
on display for all to see, framed by the garter straps. The corset ran
from under her breasts, up over the tips of her shoulders and around
her body. Her arms were folded back behind her and under the corset. In
the upper section of the back, the corset extended up to her neck where
it turned into the normal looking, blouse collar she had buttoned
around her neck. This was more then decorative, it also kept the corset
from sliding down so she was unable to work her arms out of their
predicament. Although the knot of her bow tie remained tied, the bow
portion had come loose so she trailed two streamers of red silk behind
her as she tried to evade recapture. Joan deftly cut off her avenue of
escape and herded her into a corner. Babette’s face, flushed with
exertion from her romp showed nothing more then disappointment as Joan
scolded her. “You know the rules! No escaping without permission!”
(What a ridiculous statement!) Babette looked suitably chastised, but
just as feisty as before. Joan re-tied Babette’s bow, then reached into
her hair and grabbed Babette’s ear with a vice-like grip. She turned
back to me and suggested that I take Yvette upstairs and see if I could
find some way to entertain her. She twisted Babette’s ear, forcing her
to bend over at the waist. The gag in her mouth was more then efficient,
diluting her protests down to a stifled mumbling. Yvette and I watched
as Babette stumbled away under Joan’s coaxing. The last thing we saw
was Babette’s bare bum rounding the corner. We were alone.
Yvette contemplated me with her innocent blue eyes. It may sound
silly now, but I was not sure what to do. I could not be sure if she
even knew what was going on. The writing on her lips could have been a
cruel joke on either (or both) of us. Yvette’s seemed amused by my
indecision. I didn’t know whether she understood my conflict, or
whether she just needed it for herself, but when she snuggled in under
my arm and put her head on my shoulder, my indecision disappeared very
quickly. I helped her climb the stairway. The cuffs on her ankles
didn’t really hinder her stride as she stepped up the stairs, but she
began to lean heavily on me. I had never felt as strong as when I
assisted this almost totally helpless girl to do something as simple as
walking up the stairs. She seemed to tire a bit about halfway up the
long curved stairway. My action was completely natural, I didn’t really
give it any thought, It just seemed like the right thing to do so I did
it. I scooped her up into my arms. She gasped as I lifted her and
regarded me with her soulful blue eyes. She shut her eyes, sighed and
snuggled into my arms like a child, to be comforted and protected.
I was happy to oblige.
I turned right at the top of the stairs. There were closed doors, one
on each side of the hall. I picked the door on the left. It wasn’t easy
manipulating the door knob while holding a hundred pound girl in my
arms but the door opened and I gave it a little tap with my foot. The
door opened into a bedroom and an wild scene. There was a bed against
the far wall. It was placed sideways with one side butting up to the
wall. Rose and Elaine were here, having their way with poor Clarette.
Clarette lay on her back on the bed. They had tied her calf’s together
with each ankle pointing at the other leg’s knee. Then they tied her
lower legs to a long thin pole. This was to keep her legs spread as far
as possible at the knees and the pole prevented any chance of her
trying to roll over. A thin cord ran from her bound legs up under her
toward her upper body. It seemed that they had also bound her elbows
together again by the angle that her arms took as they went under her.
Another pole was tied under her upper body extending out away from her
body at her shoulders. Rose and Elaine were both naked, hovering over
the bound figure of Clarette on the bed. They hadn’t bothered to
undress her, they had simply pushed her skirt up around her hips.
Elaine knelt at the foot of the bed, assailing Clarette in a most
intimate way while Rose was in the process of settling in by kneeling
over the bound girl with one knee on each side of her head and then
sitting back onto Clarette’s chest.
Clarette’s head poked out from under Rose and turned in our direction
as we inadvertently entered. Her hair was matted with perspiration and
her face was crimson from exertion. They had replaced the rubber ball
and strap with a metal ring and strap that held her mouth wide open.
Rose glanced in our direction then slid her weight forward and pinched
her thighs around the helpless girl’s head. Clarette’s body squirmed
under the onslaught but her groans did seem to have a content ring to me.

To be continued…

–

We excused ourselves and backed out into the hallway. We went to the
next door and I cautiously opened it, not sure of what we would find.
To my relief it was a vacant bedroom with a big canopied bed with a
matching settee, desk and a dresser and mirror. I gently lowered Yvette
to her feet and she squirmed in her bonds for a moment. Not terribily
hard, she appeared to be testing their security but she didn’t seem to
really want to escape. I sat down at the desk and watched her. She was
glaring cross-eyed at a stray wisp of hair that had pulled out of it’s
braiding and was hanging in front of her eyes. She flicked her head to
the side to try to blow the offending hair out of the way. She rubbed
her nose on her shoulder attempting to move the hair without any luck.
She glanced up at me for a second, and scowled at me in mock
indignation at my unwillingness to help her. She stood in front of me
looking deliciously rumpled, with one hip extended and her right ankle
flopped over off her high heel shoe. I melted and moved the offending
hair.
I was still not sure what my next move should be. Oh, I know what I
*WANTED* it to be! But I would never have been able to live with myself
if I took unfair advantage of this dream. I tried to ask her what she
wanted to do. “Is this what you want?” I asked, hoping for some kind of
response. She looked at me with a befuddled look and shrugged her
shoulders questioningly. “Do you know what’s on the tape?” I asked
motioning to the proposition written on the gag. She gazed at me
uncertainly and then crossed her eyes again in an attempt to see the
writing. She went to the mirror and looked at herself for a moment. The
writing may have been backwards, but it was more then plain. She
blushed intensly for a moment and then turned to me and shrugged her
shoulders again, this time there was a distinct twinkle in her eye. I
smiled, “That really isn’t an answer. Is this really what *You* want to
do?” She nodded. My heart leapt. “Your positive? I mean, If you
don’t…” I asked again, just a little more reassurance… She slowly
meandered over and stood before me, strong, proud, defiant, sincere,
ultimately helpless, unquestionably gorgeous. She leaned down just a
bit and looked me straight in the eye. The answer was emphatic. YES!
It isn’t the easiest thing in the world, making love to a bound and
gagged girl. My first instinct was to untie her. HA! Joan was much too
clever for that, everything locked. The crass message written on the tape
didn’t do justice to this lovely lady so I pealed the tape back off her
mouth. I wanted to kiss her, I had to kiss her! The strap that held the
ball between her lovely lips was locked too. DAMN! I had to settle for
her slender neck and ear lobes. I hugged her to me and wanted to feel the
press of her body as she embraced me back. No way, they had neglected to
give me the keys to her cuffs. The frustration seemed mutual as she
pressed against me with all her strength. My hands sought her body,
caressing, squeezing, fondling. I found her nipples easily, even through
the wool of her sweater. They stood at attention to my touch, beckoning
me to continue. I pushed the sweater up in an attempt to pull it over her
head but with her arms strapped behind her back as they were, I couldn’t
comfortably work it over her head. So her sweater remained where it was,
rolled up under her arms to expose the buttons of her blouse. I made
short work of those. She moaned as my tongue danced over her engorged
nipples. We drifted over to the bed. She sat back and awkwardly slid into
a more comfortable position by pushing down into the bedding with her
pinioned arms. She made room for me and indicated it by straining her
arms around to her side and tapping on the open space with her fingers.
I almost dove on to the bed to join her.
I still desperately wanted to kiss her, when I did try all I could do
was lick and nibble on her lips tasting the invisible residue of
adhesive left from the tape. She panted and groaned as she strained to
push her tongue out from under the ball in an attempt to meet mine. My
hand ran slowly up her nylon sheathed thigh and brushed the hem of her
skirt. From her gyrations on the bed, it had crept high up her leg and
when my fingers lightly brushed under the hem I felt the cool smooth
skin of her thigh and then the lacy trim of her garter. She shuddered
softly, rubbing her knees together, trapping my fingers between her
thighs for a moment. Then, slightly spreading her quivering thighs, she
almost beckoned me to run my fingers higher still. I was delighted to
comply. Imagine my shock as my probing, dancing digits found only
fluffy hair and smooth moist skin at the end of their journey. Nirvana.
Yvette trembled. Her eyes were full of excitement as she strained to
press nearer to me. She rolled up on her hip and pressed her arms
around in front of her as far as they would go with the elbow strap
still pinning them together. Demonstrating amazing dexterity and
flexibility she began undressing me! The buttons fell open slowly. When
I tried to help her, she grunted angrily and pressed on with increasing
determination. If she didn’t want me to help, I figured, I might as
well find something to amuse myself. So my fingers began their quest
again. Stroking, pinching, caressing, I explored her lovely body.
My next inspiration was her hair, I wanted to see her hair. It took
me a few moments, but I finally found the strategic pins and bands that
held her hair in the tight French braid. When it finally fell loose I
was astonished by it’s length. Yvette’s hair fell almost to the center
of her back in it’s wavy blonde fullness. My fingers ran slowly through
it and brushed it back as she concentrated on what she was doing. When
she leaned forward, her hair fell down in front of her and hampered her
vision. With a flick of her head, and an annoyed scowl at me for
complicating her job, she threw her hair back out of her eyes. But it
was only for as long as it took her to go back to her work, before the
blonde wave cascaded into her face once again.
I was naked and Yvette knelt over me with a look of triumph on her
face. I reached to loosen her clothes, to try to make her more
comfortable, but she was not interested as she brushed past my hands
and began running her trammeled tongue over me. Our loveplay continued,
back and forth, coaxing and teasing, squeezing and stroking for some
time. Suddenly Yvette straightened and looked at me with her blue
bedroom eyes, “Pwneess,” she mumbled past the gag. “Mmmmooww!!” she
groaned. “Lefff mnoo Ifff mow!” It was unmistakable to me what she was
saying. It was a request I have never denied. I took hold of her
shoulders and coaxed her to lie back on the bed. She shook her head and
resisted so I let go. Yvette struggled up onto her knees and faced me
attempting to push her knees apart. The tightness of her skirt
prevented this, but only until I could come to her aid. She motioned
with her eyes and I complied, chuckling to myself as I realized that I
was no longer in command. I was being directed, controlled if you will,
by a thoroughly tied and gagged girl. I pushed her skirt up around her
hips and carefully slid my legs between her knees. The chain on her
ankles was just barely long enough so that her ankles could comfortably
rest on either side of my knees. Yvette’s breathing was reduced to
rapid panting as she gazed down, wide-eyed at me.
I coaxed her to rise up and I gently guided her back down. Each sweet
millimeter caused the passion to well up within us both. Yvette’s eyes
grew even larger and her face began to flush. She arched her back until
I could no longer see her face. But I could still see her neck. Her neck
went from pink to red to almost purple. The contrast between the stiff
white of her collar only exaggerated the color. Veins bulged out on her
neck, Every muscle in her body seemed to quiver and her knees squeezed
the breath out of me as she hugged me as tightly as she could, the only
way she could. I began to doubt that I had ever really seen a woman
orgasm before. She climaxed twice more before we were done.
We lay together on the bed for a long time, cuddling. She dozed off
for a while and I watched her. The red ball tucked in her stretched
mouth didn’t seem to disturb her at all, to my amazement. She slept
peacefully enough, but she still looked uncomfortable to me. She had
resisted any of my attempts to help. Her sweater was still bunched up
under her arms. The starched white collar poking out, buttoned tightly,
holding her necktie in place. Her left breast was covered by the green
wool of her sweater, but the right one was exposed. Her shirt was
pushed back behind her and the bottom of her red tie lay down her bare
belly almost to her navel. I cradled her in my arms as she dozed,
oblivious to her condition. She was adorable. I tweaked her nose
gently. Her eyes opened slowly and her eyes smiled up at me. We made
love again.
As we rested, Yvette squirmed around, trying to get a little more
comfortable. A sharp pain scraped my chest and I lurched to prevent it.
Yvette’s name tag had scratched me. I pulled her sweater down and
unpinned the offending object. I held the tag in front of me and
complimented Yvette on what I thought was a very beautiful name. Yvette
started laughing, although at first, for a horrifing moment, I thought
she was choking. She looked at me and shook her head. “It’s not your name?”
I asked, kind of confused. “Naathhne… Mfff nnamm niss Naathhnne…” I
was still confused, I asked: “Your name is Janie?” This suddenly mysterious
woman shook her head with exasperation again. She pushed her hands out where
I could see and moved her finger in an upward movement, then a downward
diagonal movement then a upward movement. She was forming a letter. “M?…
Martha?” I said without thinking. Wrong. She rolled her eyes skyward and
groaned. “N?” I questioned. “Nathne?… Natalie?” She smiled and nodded.
“Oh, Yvette’s an alias eh?” I said. “Natalie, That’s a pretty name as well,
Natalie… She chuckled at my naivete.
My mind was spinning as I reluctantly dressed. I had just redressed
Yvette. It was really a pleasure for me to help, but we didn’t have
much luck getting all her wrinkles out. It seemed that our athletics
had caused her to end up with an awfully rumpled uniform. I could not
take my eyes off this wonderful, delightful, mysterious, sexy, creature
as she sat patiently waiting for me. It was with a great reluctance
that we left our little world and went back down stairs.

To be completed…

–

George and Larry were no longer in the living room but everyone else
was. As we entered, Rose and Elaine got up from the couch and came up
to us. They looked Natalie up and down and shook their heads in a
scolding fashion. Natalie looked up at me again and shrugged, then Rose
crooked her finger in the direction of the back corner of the room and
then Yvette submissively followed the women’s orders. I glanced at the
opposite corner where the other two girls were being entertained.
Babette stood at attention in the corner. She still had the same corset
restraint she had worn earlier, but they somehow had been unable to
locate her uniform. For modesty, they had added a pair of tiny red
panties. They needn’t really have bothered. A big piece of white tape
covered her lips and a thin chain ran from the back of her corset to a
bracket that hung out from the wall. The chain was taught and prevented
her from even hoping to sit down. Her ankles were tightly bound with
rope. Just to her right was Clarette, seated on a straight back chair.
Thin white cord wound across her chest, one series of turns went above
her breasts and the second went underneath. The cord was also run around
her knees and in her mouth seemed to be the same ring thing I had seen
earlier. Added to this contraption now was a plug that fit through the
ring and had two industrial snaps, one on each cheek. Either way, she
wasn’t going to be talking much. Joan had just finished tying Clarette’s
ankles to the left chair leg, then she tightened and adjusted Clarette’s
necktie. There was a second chair with several coils of rope on the seat
to Babette’s left. A 35mm camera mounted on a tripod waited, centered on
the two girls, waiting to be put to use in this family portrait.
I glanced over to where Rose and Elaine had taken Natalie. Yvette
knelt before the two women while Rose brushed the submissive girl’s hair
and Elaine primped her clothes. When Rose had finished she pulled back
the tufts of hair that framed Natalie’s face and pined them back onto the
top of her head with a big red hair bow. Finished, they marched her over
to the chair and began substituting the rope for her steel and leather
restraints. After they tightly bound Yvette’s arms behind her again and
removed the cuffs, they coaxed her into the chair and used the rest of
the rope to secure her identically with Clarette, a couple of bookends.
Joan approached Yvette and went behind her and began fishing through
her hair. When I saw the key, I hurried over. Natalie winced as the
familiar red ball popped from her mouth. She worked her jaw for a
moment then looked up at me and smiled, a deep, warm, beautiful smile.
The kind of smile that simply beamed. “Hi?” she said in a raspy little
voice. I leaned forward and kissed her, deeply, longingly. It was
better then I had even imagined. Joan cleared her throat once and I
ignored her. I didn’t want this moment to end. She did it again.
Natalie’s kiss became more intense, more frantic. Joan cleared her throat
a third time, this time with more authority. I reluctantly backed off.
Natalie remained in place, straining forward against the rope that held
her in the chair. Her eyes were closed and her lips remained pursed. Rose
snapped her fingers and Natalie opened her eyes. Elaine held a big wad of
cotton in her hand and Rose motioned to the bound girl to open her mouth.
Natalie looked at me and then sighed, “I guess this is good-bye too…” she
said solemnly, tears welling in her eyes. Then Yvette obediently opened
her mouth and allowed it to be packed full of cotton. A wide rubber strap
made sure that Yvette had nothing else to say.
Joan led me to the door and provided my coat and scarf. She wished me
well and opened the door. I tried to argue, I wanted only to stay. I
could not leave without Natalie. That was not the deal I was told. There
would be no reprieve. The door shut behind me. It was raining, a light
cold mist stung at my eyes, mingling with my own emotions. As I got to
my car there was a flash from a flashbulb in the living room, then
another and another. I drove away.
A week went by, My thoughts were constantly clouded by the vision of
a mysterious blonde girl, one who could capture my imagination and hold
it forever. My calls had gone unreturned. I sat in my apartment alone.
Longing for just a glimpse of the girl who had won my heart in the
briefest of encounters. I remembered her scent, her voice, “Good-bye”
was all it said. I buried my face in my hands. There was a soft knock on
my door, I was angry. I didn’t need any salesmen right then. There was
another knock. I went to the door and pulled it open. Joan Sumpter stood
on the other side of my door. Behind her was a pair of wide blue eyes
peeking over her shoulder. I could feel my mouth drop open in disbelief.
Joan smiled, then stepped aside. The girl who stood behind her wore a
hooded cape. There was a big piece of white tape on her mouth. There was
no message. “We gave it some thought…” Joan began, indicating Natalie,
“… We decided that you might enjoy having a maid of your own for a
while.” She said as she placed a small suitcase at my feet. It rattled
with the sound of metal. I heard what Joan said, but I could not respond.
Joan guided Natalie gently towards me and turned and started down the hall.
“If you get tired of her, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to take her
back…” she said. I heard her whistling a show tune as she disappeared
around the corner. Her voice waifted down the hall. “Matchmaker Matchmaker,
Make me a match…” Tire of Natalie? That was impossible.
What began as passion grew into love, true love. Natalie and I were married
6 months later…

Now I’m aware that this story seems a bit far fetched. In fact, even *I*
have a hard time believing that anyone could be this lucky and in all
honesty, I never question anyone who would doubt it’s authenticity. All I
can say in closing is:

If this Tale I have just conveyed is *NOT* the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing, but the truth… Ahhh, well…, Then…, *Sigh*…
It ought to be…

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.

Well it was so much fun that the boys (Dave and Jim) decided to spend
a summer vacation together as well. Needless to say Cathy and I were
going to be used for their kinky perversions again. I was dripping
cunt juice just thinking about it. Now that it has happened, I am
going to tell you about it.

Dave and I arrived late on Sunday afternoon. Jim and Cathy were
already there and had dinner ready for the barbecue. No one mentioned
doing anything kinky. We just waited until someone started something.
Nothing kinky happened that night. Dave gave me a good fuck, but
nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning we got up and went to
the kitchen for breakfast. Jim and Cathy were already making pancakes
and coffee. The sight of the syrup made me giggle and that got Cathy
giggling as well. Jim told Dave that these two dirty-minded girls
needed to be taught some breakfast manners. Dave agreed and took my
arm and bent me over the table. As he lifted up my robe to expose my
ass to Jim, Cathy was getting bent over next to me. Soon there were
two asses bared for the boys to see and punish. First Dave gave me a
smack on each asscheek, Jim did the same to Cathy. Then they switched,
Jim smacked my ass, Dave did Cathy’s. Then they switched and increased
the number to two smacks per asscheek. Then switch and spank, then
switch, increase to three smacks, then switch again. Now there were
four pink, tender asscheeks showing. I had received harder spankings
before, but these were enough to get me hot and the grin on Cathy’s
face told me she wanted to get started on the kinky stuff too.

They stood us up and stepped back. Dave told us to drop the robes we
were wearing. We opened them and drop them to the floor. Jim told us
to turn around slowly. We did, showing off everything (tits, cunt,
ass). Dave mentioned that Cathy and I had not properly greeted each
other. He told us to “Do It”, and we did. We fell into each others
arms and tried to devour the others tongue. Quickly our hands moved
down to tits we hadn’t seen or sucked in 6 months. Wanting more, our
hands moved down to cunts and asses. I had two fingers in Cathy’s hot
wet snatch and a finger working in her asscrack before the boys pulled
us apart. They told us we would have to wait to have that kind of sex.

In the meantime, they wanted breakfast, and Cathy and I were the
desert. After eating the pancakes and drinking their morning coffee,
Cathy and I were laid on the table, legs up and open. Dave sat at my
crotch, Jim at Cathy’s. Maple syrup was poured onto our cunts and
properly licked off. Soon both Cathy and I were in the throes of a
great orally induced orgasm. Before we recovered from it completely,
the boys switched places. This time strawberry jam and a longer,
slower orgasm.

When we were recovering from our second orgasm of the day, the boys
turned us face down on opposite sides of the table. Dave began to
lubricate my asshole. I knew it was Dave because he is so gentle when
he is buttering up my ass for a fucking. He finished and moved away.
Hands grabbed my asscheeks and a cock pressed against my asshole. I
looked up to watch Jim plow Cathy’s hot ass only to see Dave working
his cockhead into her. I reached forward with my right hand to pull
one of Cathy’s cheeks. I reach back with my left to pull my own
asscheek. Dave told Cathy what I was doing and told her to do the
same. Soon we were holding our asscheeks open for the boys to fuck our
willing assholes. Jim pulled his cockhead out for a moment, said he
wanted to see how open I really was, then put his cock back into my
tail, this time pushing slowly until he was complete filling my ass.
The boys began a long rhythmic fuck. This fuck was for their pleasure,
and they certainly took their time getting it. I really enjoy an
assfuck, because the pleasure never seems to stop, it builds to a
point where I don’t care about anything else, and stays at that
plateau until either I finger myself off or the guy shoots his load.
Cathy thrashes around a bit more than I do when she is getting her
tail worked over, but she enjoys it. After a long time of this
pleasure plateau, Jim began to pump my ass faster. I reacted by
tightening my ass, squeezing his muscle to match his strokes. I wanted
to cum when he did so I moved my left hand underneath and worked my
finger into my slit. I was certainly wet enough for any sex act, but I
am right handed and it was a little difficult to finger myself to
orgasm. Jim saw (and felt) what I was doing and told Cathy to do the
same to her cunt. The thought of a finger entering her hot wet hole
got me really going. Jim grabbed my waist and plunged all the way in
and held me tight as he shoot his cum into me. I pushed hard against
my clit and thought about Cathy’s love button. I was cumming before
Jim finished spewing. I looked up to see Dave smiling as he unloaded
into Cathy’s tail.

When we were able to get up, Dave said that we needed a thorough
cleaning before we would be allowed out onto the beach. The boys led
us to the bathroom. We were told to get into the tub and wash each
other. Dave used the hand-held shower nozzle to rinse us. Cathy and I
eagerly washed the other’s tits, cunt, ass, everything. After Dave
rinsed the soap off our tits, I had a chance to suck Cathy’s big
fleshy tits again. I made sure that I quickly got a finger into both
Cathy’s cunt and ass. A splash of water on my face from Dave told me
it was time to change positions. I stood up and let Cathy begin to
suck on my tiny nipples. She was so hungry for tit, she sucked my
entire little tit into her mouth. (I just wish I had more tit flesh
for her to suck) She sucked and licked until Dave splashed her face to
make her stop. He rinsed off the rest of us and then Jim said he was
ready. While Cathy and I were sucking tittie, Jim was preparing our
first enema of the vacation. Dave had given me several enemas in the
three years we have been screwing, and then after the ski trip, he has
been giving them to me every Friday night, to get me ready for the
weekend.

They told us to get down on our knees in the tub and bend over the
side. This is the same position they had us in during the ski trip,
when Cathy got her first enema. Jim hooked two enema bags to the
shower curtain rod and dangled the hoses so we could see the long thin
nozzles. Jim and Dave took positions next to us and began to soap up
our freshly fucked assholes. After they had some fun fingering our
tails, they slowly inserted the long nozzles. The smile on Cathy’s
face showed me that she had been cleaned out more than once since our
ski trip and thoroughly enjoyed it. The rush of hot soapy water
startled me as it filled my rectum. The boys squeezed the bags to make
sure we got filled. The heat was causing us to sweat as the boys
removed the nozzles and inserted butt plugs. They pulled our heads up
and Dave joined us in the tub. He turned on the shower and had us wash
his important parts. After we soaped, massaged, and rinsed his now
rigid cock, he pulled my head towards him and I opened my mouth to
receive his cock. He fucked my mouth for a few strokes, then pulled
out and turned towards Cathy. Her open mouth was waiting for him to
insert his cock and fuck away. A few more strokes and he came back to
me. We alternated getting our mouths fucked until Dave finally held my
head as he shot a load of cum down my throat. Dave got out of the tub
and Jim took his place. After we cleaned him appropriately, he
repeated the alternating mouth fuck until he shot his load into
Cathy’s mouth. Jim got out and as he dried himself off, Cathy and I
were instructed to finger yourselves. We stood in the tub, leaning
against the wall with our legs spread as wide as they could in the
tub. One hand down into my snatch, the other squeezing my titties, I
began to pump my hot slick hole, rubbing my clit with each stroke. It
didn’t take long before I came. I opened my eyes and watched Cathy
slide down into an open-legged squatting position and pump two fingers
in and out of her cunt with total abandon. While she recovered, I was
allowed to empty my ass after Jim pulled out the butt plug. When I
finished, Dave came back and told Jim that everything was ready. Jim
had me get into the tub and he rinsed me off quickly. Dave was pulling
out Cathy’s butt plug. (Actually he was enjoying just wiggling it
around in her tail.) Jim took me back out into the kitchen, where Dave
had laid a sheet on the table and prepared for the next activity. Jim
had me lay on the table and spread my legs wide. (I had gotten my cunt
shaved clean when I went to a reunion in January. I kept it hairless
all spring. Dave liked it so much, that he talked to Jim about it
whenever they called to plan this trip. I stopped shaving my cunt in
June to give these boys something to do. And now Jim was going to do
it.) Jim took a shaving mug and brush and lathered my cunt, from the
top of my triangle, down my slit and across my asshole. Then he took a
razor and gently removed what little hair I had grown in the last
seven weeks. He smiled every moment, especially when he shaved my
outer lips. He inserted his finger into my cunthole and squeezed my
lip between his thumb and the finger in my hole. He pulled my lip taut
and shaved off every little hair follicle. When he was finished with
my cunt, he had me turn over. Knees and tits on the table, ass high in
the air, he applied more lather to my ass, not just my asshole or my
crack, but all over my asscheeks as well. Again he very gently shaved
me, leaving not a single piece of fuzz on my ass. He wiped off the
remaining lather and liberally applied some baby oil. He made sure
that I was very smooth and slick and ready. Jim took me from the table
and Cathy took my place. Jim had me bend over slightly so he could
fondle me from behind while we watched Cathy get shaved. He slipped
two fingers into my cunt and his thumb into my ass. He held me this
way until Dave had shaved Cathy’s cunt and ass as well as Jim had done
mine. I wiggled against Jim’s fingers when we watched Dave oil up
Cathy, especially when he worked two oil-coated fingers into her cunt
and twisted his hand around. When Dave finished having his fun with
Cathy’s slick cunt and ass, she was taken from the table and we were
escorted to the living room, where the boys had laid out our new
bathing suits, suits they had bought for us.

The tops were fairly standard, two small triangles of cloth with some
strings to tie behind our necks and backs. The bottoms however were
quite interesting. One triangle of cloth with two strings from one
point. We were instructed to hold the triangle against our mound while
the boys pulled the two strings between our legs, up into our
asscracks. They then tied a knot in the strings at the top of our
asscrack. Bringing the two strings around out hips, they threaded the
strings thru eyelets across the top of the triangle and tied a bow
when they met in the center. This allowed the triangle to cover our
slits (it could be spread out or bunched up thin depending on how much
shaven mound they wanted to show off), but left our asscheeks bare for
everyone to see. The boys put on their suits and we left for the
beach.

We spent the morning (what was left of it) just lying in the sun. The
boys made sure we were properly covered with sunscreen. They took
turns rubbing it all over our exposed skin, especially our pale
asscheeks. The boys talked between themselves and let Cathy and I do
some girl talking. (What we talked about would be too much for this
story and I may use it for another.) In early afternoon, the boys got
hungry and we picked up our stuff and went to lunch. We went to a
small burger place. The boys got seats and Cathy and I went up to the
counter to get the food (and show off our shiny asscheeks to
everyone). After we ate, Dave and I cuddled up together while the boys
talked some more. Dave had his arm around me, with his hand down toward
my cunt. At one point, he took his soda and got out a small piece of
ice. Hidden by the table, he slipped his hand under the skimpy
triangle covering my slit and rubbed that piece of ice against my hot
clittie. If he had asked, I would have stripped and fucked him right
there, I was so hot. But he didn’t ask, or tell or do anything else
sexual. He left the ice held against my clit by my own lips and we got
up and went back to the beach. Walking back to the beach, Cathy asked
me if my piece of ice had melted as quickly as her’s. We giggled, and
Jim looked back at us and told us we would get more later. At the
beach we spent the afternoon laying in the sun and watching the people
walking by. Cathy and I watched for good looking guys (‘Hunk Alert’)
while the boys watched for girls of course (‘Bimbo Alert’). Although I
would not have minded getting a few of those girls stripped just for
myself.

Late in the afternoon, we packed up and went back to the house. The
boys took us around back to an outside shower. All four of us could
fit in it, but Dave stayed out to prepare the barbecue. Jim had us
take off his bathing suit and wash him completely. Surprisingly he
left Cathy and I in our suits. When he was clean, he turned off the
shower and had us kneel down. He repeated the mouth fuck, this time
shooting his load into my mouth. He told me not to swallow it yet. He
pushed Cathy and I together till our faces met. Her lips parted and we
pushed his cum back and forth with our tongues until we were separated
by Dave. We each swallowed what cum we had and stripped and washed
Dave. When we finished cleaning him, he repeated the mouth fuck,
cumming in Cathy’s mouth. She didn’t need any guidance this time as we
clinched and exchanged Dave’s cum with our eager tongues. Dave bent
over and told us that we could have some fun with each other now, but
that they expected us to come out of the shower clean enough to eat.

Cathy and I swallowed Dave’s cum and quickly stripped off each other’s
suits. We spent a long time soaping up tits, cunts and asses. We were
careful not to get any soap inside our cunt holes, but I bent Cathy
over and soaped her ass, carefully working one, then two fingers into
her tail. I had her hands on the wall in front of her so she couldn’t
finger her clit. I pumped her ass until I knew she would cum at the
first touch to her clit. I pulled out of her ass and rinsed her off
and then rinsed myself. I told Cathy to lay down on the floor of the
shower. I told her that we should check to be sure we were edible
enough to please the boys. She laid down and pointed out that the
shower walls left a 9 nine gap at the floor and that the boys (and the
neighbors) could see us on the floor if they looked. I told her that
we should give them a good show and squatted down, pushing my clean
shaven cunt onto her mouth and pressed my tongue against her clit.
It took only a few licks on her clit to make her cum (just what I
wanted) and I spent the next few minutes licking the delicious cream
from her clean cunthole. Several times Cathy would lick my hole and
clit just to the point of cumming and then she would push me away.
Being larger and stronger than me, she kept my cunt from rubbing
against her when she didn’t want me to cum. After I had calmed down,
she would pull me back towards her mouth and she would begin again by
stuffing her tongue into my hole. Three times she brought me to the
edge of orgasm only to push my cunt away before I could cum. The third
time she held me with one hand on each asscheek and began to rub my
asshole with her fingertips. I pushed my tongue as deep into her cunt
as I could trying to get her to let me cum. She worked on my asshole
and pushed her cunt up at my tongue. She pulled my ass open and worked
a finger from each hand into my tail. I licked at her hot moist hole
wanting to cum, wanting her to cum. When I thought she was at the
edge, I moved my mouth back to her clit and sucked her erect nub into
my mouth and sucked hard. She came, intense, quick waves of pleasure
swept thru her. She clamped her legs around my head, keeping me in my
place and she pushed her fingers into my asshole up to the second
knuckle. She pulled my cuntlips open with her thumbs and drove her
tongue deep into my hole. She wiggled her tongue in me until her
orgasm subsided. She released my head and pulled her tongue out of my
cunt. I begged her to make me cum. She laughed and said that she was
going to leave my orgasm for the boys. She rolled me off her, and we
hugged and kissed and she told me that I gave her two great orgasms
and that we were switch roles the next day. We got up, rinsed off one
more time and prepared to leave the shower. It was twenty feet from
the shower door to the back door of the house, and two very naked
girls covered that distance very quickly, only to be stopped at the
door by Dave. He gave us each a hand towel and told us to dry off on
the back porch before coming inside. We quickly dried off in full view
of any of the neighbors. We didn’t see anyone else watching us, but if
anyone was, they got a good show. The boys barbequed dinner outside
while Cathy and I did all the inside preparations. After dinner, we
went into the living room and sat, drinking good wine, listening to
good music. It was a very relaxing part of the evening. After several
hours (and bottles of wine), none of us were feeling any pain. Dave
got up and prepared another cartridge for the [[cd]] player. When he
started it, Jim stood up and stripped off his shirt and shorts. Dave
did the same. Now with all four of us naked the boys announced that it
was time for desert, and we were it. Cathy and I were moved to the
couch, we leaned back, pulled our legs up and then out to expose our
clean hairless cunts. Jim brought out a tray with some desert stuff on
it. Both boys grabbed a banana, peeled it and worked it into a cunt.
Dave filled mine and Jim filled Cathy’s. They broke off any piece that
extended beyond our lips. Then they poured chocolate syrup all over
our shaven cunts. They poured a little onto each tittie. Then a spray
can of whipped cream, again onto our cunts and a little on our tits.
Finally a cherry to top each tit mound and one where our clit was
hidden. Dave took out a Polaroid camera and took a picture of each of
us. At last they began to eat us. Slowly Dave licked away the whipped
cream. He had to press his tongue against my skin to lick the
chocolate off. He avoided the inside of my slit, cleaning off only the
outside. I wanted him to tongue my clit and hole so much, I pushed my
cunt up at his tongue, but he held me back. He switch to licking my
tiny tits clean. He sucked at each nipple until it was hard and
sensitive. He moved back to my cunt and pulled my lips open with his
thumbs. The now softened banana peeked out, and I instinctively
squeezed it, pushing out toward Dave’s mouth. He put his tongue
against it and pushed it back in. Then he let up and I pushed it out,
then he pushed it in, and we fucked my cunt with that banana until I
was ready to cum. Dave started eating the banana as I pushed it out.
When He had eaten all of it, he pressed his mouth to my cunt and
pushed his tongue into my hot juicy hole. His wiggling tongue drove me
over the edge and I flooded his mouth with cum. I squeezed my legs to
hold his head in place until I finished creaming. When I relaxed I saw
Cathy writhing in pleasure as Jim finished tonguing her. When he
finished Dave told him that I had squeezed his head with my legs. Jim
said that Cathy had also gotten a little carried away with her orgasm.
He suggested that we be trained to cum without hurting our partners.
Dave agreed and ordered me to turn over on the couch. I knelt down on
the floor, bent over the couch seat. Jim had Cathy join me. Dave knelt
behind me, pushed my legs apart and inserted his cock into my waiting
hole. With one push he buried his cock into me. Jim did the same to
Cathy and they began a slow rhythmic fuck. Dave fucked in and out
until I was again on the edge of orgasm. He pushed all the way in and
held me until Jim got Cathy to the same state of pleasure. They pulled
out, slapped our tails, and switched places. Quickly Jim took his
position deep in my cunt and they continued their steady driving fuck.
In a very short time a shattering orgasm shook me. Jim kept his even
pace during my orgasm. When I was finished, he pushed in and held me,
reaching under me to cup my titties. We stayed that way until Dave had
finished Cathy. Here we were, two freshly fucked cunts, stuffed full
of hard cocks that hadn’t cum yet. When Cathy had rested, the boys
pulled out and pushed us down onto the floor, my head toward Cathy’s
cunt. The boys came down behind us. Dave lifted Cathy’s leg, Jim
lifted mine, and we dove into each other’s hot slit cunt. Cathy was so
hot and sweet and creamy, I licked at her lips and clit and drove my
tongue into her hole. Cathy vigorously returned the favor and my
pleasure increased. A gentle pressure against my asshole indicated
that one of the boys was about to take my tail for his pleasure. I
didn’t care which guy it was, they are both great fuckers and I wanted
to be fucked. I loosened my ass muscles as that cock entered and sunk
into my tail. A hand pushed my head away from Cathy’s cunt enough to
let a cock push its way into Cathy’s rectum. I planted my mouth on her
clit and sucked. I sucked and nibbled at her passion button. I wanted
her to cum with that cock up her tail. Cathy beat me to it. By sucking
on my clit she made me cum first. Again I squeezed my legs to hold
her, not as hard as I did for Jim, but still she didn’t pull away. I
sucked at Cathy’s clit again and again until she came. Her juices
flowed and the sweet scent and taste of her cream filled my mind. The
boys pushed us tighter together and fucked our asses until they came.
When both boys had shot a load of cum into a hot ass, they pulled out
and let Cathy and I lay there cuddling against each other’s cunt for a
while. They went and cleaned up. When they came back, they pulled us
apart and Dave said that I needed more training in how to cum without
squeezing the person making me cum. Jim agreed and they took Cathy
away. They took her into my bedroom and strapped my 10 inch dildo onto
her. This dildo has a strap that goes around the girl’s waist,
threading thru a strap that goes down thru her crotch and up her ass.
This crotch strap has an extension of the dildo on the inside. It is
an arm ending in a marble sized ball. This ball fits just inside the
girls cunthole. It moves in and out of her hole and the arm rubs her
clit back and forth when the girl fucks the dildo in and out of
someone else. It makes sure that the fucker gets an orgasm as well as
the fuckee.

This time Cathy was the fucker and I was the fuckee. Not the way I had
wanted it when I packed the dildo but I was ready for any kind of
orgasm tonight. The boys knelt down on each side of me. They pulled my
arms over my head and held them there. Then they pulled my legs up and
open, exposing my shaved, licked, fucked and horny cunt to Cathy and
that 10 inches of fake cock. They told her to kneel down and stuff
that dildo into my hole. She got down and put the head of the dildo
between my wet lips. She slowly pushed the dildo into me. Slowly,
steady pushing filled me with that dildo. When she got it all the way
in, she tangled one of her tits by my mouth and I licked and sucked at
it, until she pulled away. Cathy moved her other tit to me and got it
sucked as well. Jim slapped her on the ass and told her to give me a
really good fucking. She pulled back and slammed into me. She began a
hard pounding fuck. The hard thrusts quickly raised me to a plateau of
pleasure that felt great. She occasionally pushed a tit to my face but
pulled it back before I could suck on it. This fuck was going to take
a long time. After cumming a few times, I get to the point where
further sex gets me to this pleasure plateau but orgasm takes longer
and they tend to become less intense and recovery takes even longer.
Cathy kept pounding at my open cunt. Because the boys were holding my
arms and legs, I couldn’t do much to speed up my orgasm. Cathy pounded
at my cunt. We were covered with sweat. I couldn’t do anything but
take the fuck what ever way they wanted to give it to me. Cathy jammed
that dildo into me and bobbed up and down to force the little ball to
finish her orgasm. Cathy collapsed on top of me. When she recovered,
Dave switched places with her. When Cathy had pulled my leg open to
match Jim’s hold on me, Dave jammed his cock into me and repeated
Cathy’s pounding fuck. I don’t remember if I came or not, but the
pleasure of the fuck kept me in ecstasy. He pounded and pounded and
eventually he shot into me. Dave and Jim switched places and Jim
continued the pound fuck that Cathy had started. By the time Jim shot
his load, I was completely exhausted. So completely exhausted that I
fell asleep on the floor while the three of them washed and dried me.
Dave carried me into our bedroom and they put me to bed. Cathy told me
later that all three fondled me and kissed each sex organ goodnight.
The boys took Cathy back into the living room and Dave gave her a
licking and then Jim gave her a licking and then they went to bed.
Dave coming into bed with me.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday except that we didn’t need to be shaved
and Cathy and I switched roles. In the shower after we got home from
the beach, Cathy licked me to orgasm and then I licked her to the edge
of cumming and stopped, and then I repeated that two more times until
Cathy was ever so ready to fuck, or suck or get fingered or whatever
so she could cum. After dinner and wine, the boys made us into sundaes
again. I came really long and hard when Jim ate that banana out of my
cunt. When they put us onto the floor, Cathy and I dove into each
other’s hot sweet cunts. This time when a cock started to poke into
Cathy’s ass, I looked up to see that it was Jim. Last night it must
have been Jim in my ass and Dave in Cathy’s. Cathy and I traded licks
and sucks and orgasms until the boys shot their cum into our tails.
They left us there while they went to clean up and get more drinks.
Cathy pulled me on top of her and continued licking my slit even when
Dave’s cum started oozing out of my asshole, down my slit and onto her
tongue. When Jim’s cum was oozing out of her ass, I stroked her
asscrack with my fingers, bringing his cum into my mouth. I even
inserted a finger into her slick asshole to get the cum out of her.
Her ass certainly loosened up a lot since her anal deflowering last
winter. The boys came back with drinks and told us it was my turn to
fuck Cathy. They send me into the bedroom to get the strap-on dildo
while they spread Cathy out for her fucking. In the bedroom I
unscrewed the dildo and inserted two batteries. The boys apparently
didn’t know that this thing is a vibrator as well as an artificial
cock. I went back into the living room and saw Cathy beautiful pink
cunt, slick with her juice and my saliva, ready and willing to be
fucked. I walked over to them, knelt down in front of Cathy and
quickly pressed the vibrator against her clit and cunthole while I
leaned forward to kiss each nipple. The vibrations startled her and
she gasped and the boys laughed when they realized that the dildo
was now a vibrator and the Cathy was about to receive a first class
fucking. I leaned back and reached down to point the vibrating head
into her hole. She smiled at me and I plunged its length into her
filling her hole with the hard vibrating shaft. I held it deep inside
her forcing her to accept the pleasure of the vibrations. She squeezed
her cunt muscles around the rod and tried to hold it in when I pulled
back. I slammed into again and began a hard pounding fuck, as hard and
pounding and as completely satisfying as the one she gave me the night
before. The hard pounding strokes quickly built up her pleasure, then
I switched to long slow deep strokes to keep her on that high plateau
of pleasure. The vibrations working back thru that little ball brought
me to the same pleasure plateau. I decided to try for a combined
orgasm, hers and mine at the same time. I increased the speed of my
strokes in her hot cunt until I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. I
rammed that vibrator deep into her and sat back. This pushed the
little ball a little deeper into my hole but more important it pushed
the vibrator up against the roof of Cathy’s vagina. The vibration
quickly drove us both over the edge and we shuttered and moaned and
came. I collapsed on top of Cathy. The boys released her and we hugged
for the remainder of our mutual orgasm. When Jim decided we had had
enough, he pulled me off of her and we swapped places. Dave and I
pulled her legs open and held her arms and legs so Jim could continue
the thorough fucking Cathy was to receive. He pounded in and out of
her hot well-fucked cunt until he shot a load deep into that love
hole. I was not given time to turn off the vibrator that was strapped
on my mound so I was being drive to a long slow growing orgasm. I am
fairly certain that Cathy came at least once with Jim but she doesn’t
remember much more than reaching that level of pleasure and staying
there. Then Jim and Dave switched places and Dave continued the fuck
until he came. The vibrator had me so sexually aroused that the boys
had me get back into Cathy’s cunt. This time she was allowed to follow
her sexual instincts and wrap her arms and legs around me while I
tried to cum one more time. The boys went to get some wet washcloths
and towels. When they returned, I had had my orgasm and Cathy and I
were still cuddled together with the vibrator buzzing away at our
cunts. The boys helped me up and out of the straps. We gently washed
and dried our sleeping sex partner. The boys lifted her up and carried
her to their bedroom and we put her to bed, again each of us kissing
her mouth, her nipples and her freshly (thoroughly) fucked cunt. The
boys and I went back into the living room. I was told to sit on the
couch. Jim knelt down between my legs. He lifted them up and spread
them and gave me a slow gentle licking, cleaning off my outer lips
then proceeding to the inner lips. He repeatedly licked from my
asshole up across my cunthole around my clit and back down. He did
this for a few minutes, then he got up, kissed me on the lips and the
nipples, said good night and went to bed. Dave took his place and
repeated the long slow licks, but intermingled a few clit sucks. My
pleasure built but I didn’t cum. It would have taken hours to cum but
the pleasure was there anyway. He stood up and led me to bed. We
cuddled and kissed and had a great restful night’s sleep.

Wednesday turned out to be a very anally oriented day. Again there was
the breakfast licking that they gave us, but when they took us to the
bathroom for our shower, we were told that they would only be fucking
our asses today. We were taken into the shower by Jim. He turned on
the water and we washed him all over. Then they washed me. Jim paid
special attention to my ass. Then he and I washed Cathy, again his
attention was on her ass. Then Jim turned off the water. He had me at
one end of the tub, he was at the other end and Cathy was between us.
He instructed Cathy to face the wall and bend over a bit, sticking her
ass out at Dave, who was watching us. She took her position and Dave
handed be a liquid soap container and told me to soap up Cathy’s ass
REAL good. I pumped a stream of soap at the top of her asscrack and
watched it ooze down to her asshole. I put my finger just under her
hole and when the soap arrived, I began to massage her pucker. Using
the soap as lubrication I worked my finger into her hot tail. She
squirmed a bit but not in pain. I pulled my finger out, applied more
liquid soap and continued exploring her rectum. The more I worked on
her hole the soapier and slicker she got, the easier it was to pump
her without causing pain or discomfort. Jim told me to use two fingers
with a generous coat of soap. I did and slowly worked two fingers into
her until she had loosened up to take them without pain. Finally Jim
stopped me and had Cathy bend over to touch the bottom of the tub.
This opened her ass a bit more and gave it a near vertical angle. Jim
put his thumbs on each side of her asshole, squeezed his fingers into
her asscheeks and pulled her asshole open. Dave told me to pump some
more soap into Cathy’s open rectum. When I did, Jim had Cathy stand up
and face away from Jim. Dave had me sit down on the side of the tub.
Cathy was instructed to bend over and lean on the wall in front of her.
This put her big fleshy tits dangling in front of me. Jim pulled her
cheeks and pushed his cockhead into her slick tail. He asked her what
she wanted now. Cathy said she wanted to get her ass fucked. Jim
easily slid his rod deep into her soapy cavern. He told me that I
could play with her tits or her cunt, anything I wanted, except her
ass, that he would take care of that. Then he began a slow deep
fucking rhythm. I reached out and took her tits in my hands and
squeezed and pulled at them the way a farmer would milk a cow’s tits
(sorry for the analogy, comparing Cathy to a cow isn’t nice, but I
spent some time on a farm when I was young and milking a cow was one
of the things I did there and that was the same thing I was now doing
to Cathy’s tits, my only regret is that she didn’t have any milk in
them for me to squeeze out). After a bit I moved one hand down to her
cunt and my finger found her soapy slick crack and slipped inside. I
rubbed her clit around a bit causing her to start moaning. Then I
moved my fingertip down to her cunthole and in, in deep and easy. She
was very slick first from her own juices and then from the soap oozing
down from her asshole. A pinch on her clittie triggered her first
orgasm. After she calmed down a bit I resumed the tit squeezes and
cunt fingering until Cathy had a second orgasm and until Jim pulled
her onto his cock and held her while his hot load of cum was spewing
up her tail. When he recovered he slipped out of her tail and Dave
inserted a butt plug before much of Jim’s cum got out.

Now we switched places, Jim got out, Dave got in and I was put in the
middle. We washed Dave all over, I took the low spots and Cathy took
the high ones. Then they washed me again. Then I was told to get into
position and Cathy began to soap up my ass. Just her finger action in
my ass got me halfway to orgasm. Then Dave had me bend over and
slipped his head into my ass. He asked me what I wanted and I told him
I wanted the best assfuck he could give. His response was a quick deep
plunge into my slick asshole. Cathy wasted no time and began to tweek
my nipples and finger my cunt. Her loving strokes to my clit and
Dave’s equally loving but more filling strokes in my ass quickly
brought me to orgasm. Cathy decided to tweak my clit after I started
cumming and that extended and intensified my orgasm. I was in a daze
of pleasure after that. I don’t know how long I was getting fucked or
exactly what Cathy was doing to my nipples and cunt, but it felt great
and I came again. This one was longer and broader and beautiful. Just
near the end, Dave slipped his hands underneath me, cupped my titties
in his hands, lifted my chest up, pushed as deep into my tail as
possible and shot his load. We were both weak when he finished and
Cathy had to hold me up until Jim could get the butt plug inserted
into me. Then they sat me down and let me recover. Cathy was given a
bottle of prepared douche and told to clean the soap out of her cunt.
It was a pleasure sitting at one end of the tub, freshly fucked,
watching Cathy spread her legs, spread her sexy hairless cuntlips and
flush out one of her pleasure holes. When Cathy was finished, I was
given a bottle and told to clean myself out. I did, giving Cathy and
Jim and Dave as good a cunt show as I could. When I was finished, we
were placed to receive our daily enemas. The boys hung up the enema
bags, pulled out our butt plugs, inserted the nozzles and filled our
tails with a hot soapy enema. A second enema was hot but clear water
and a third was warm clear water to finish flushing out our asses.
Cathy and I were allowed to shower and when we went into the living
room we were the cleanest ladies on the beach (tits,cunts, and asses,
but definitely not clean minded). In the living room the boys
presented us with some new toys. We each received two sets of Ben-wa
balls. One silver and one gold colored. The boys told us that the gold
ones were for our cunts and the silver were for our asses. We were
told to lay on the couch at opposite end, with our legs in the middle
and up in the air. Dave inserted a set of gold balls into my cleaned
out cunt while Jim did the same to Cathy. Then Jim inserted the silver
balls into my ass while Dave did Cathy. Finally we were dressed in our
bathing suits and taken down to the beach.

Those balls stuffed into our cunts and asses kept moving around,
keeping us very aroused. Even when we laid absolutely still, they
still had us excited. Cathy and I needed to cum, to get push this
pleasure further to climax. We tried walking and jogging. Nothing
we could do in public would get us to orgasm. Then Cathy suggested
that we go into the water and masturbate out there. Jim told her that
if we went into the water, they would come with us, strip us, fuck us
and leave us out there without suits, to walk home naked, shaved, and
freshly fucked. We decided not to go into the water to masturbate.
Finally at lunchtime, the boys took us back to the house. They brought
us around back. They told us to stand in the middle of the yard and
strip. When we were naked, Dave turned on the hose and sprayed us,
concentrating on our hot horny cunts. They told us to shower. We were
allowed to remove the balls from our cunts and asses, but we were told
not to finger, or lick our cunts. They still did not want us to cum.
Cathy and I showered, sucking on each others tits, but obeying the
boys and not playing with our cunts. When we went into the house, the
boys told us that they had called for pizza and that it would be there
very soon. The boys positioned us on the couch. We were placed so that
our shoulders were on the bottom and our asses against the back, with
our legs up in the air. They had us spread our legs to show off our
hot, clean cunts and asses. The doorbell rang and Dave opened the
door. He invited the delivery boy in to get paid. He was young, about
16 or 17 and he was very surprised at seeing Cathy and I on display
like that. Dave told us to masturbate for our guest while he went to
get his money. After an entire morning with Ben-wa balls in us, not
being allowed to cum, Cathy and I did not need any more instruction or
encouragement, even with a total stranger there to watch. Our fingers
plunged into our cunts, two from one hand into my hole, two from the
other hand to rub my clit. In a matter of moments I was cumming.
Cathy’s legs thrashing around indicated that her orgasm was at hand as
well. When we were satisfied (temporarily), the delivery boy was asked
if he would like to taste our creamy cunts. He said yes and was
allowed five licks at each of us. That wasn’t enough to make us cum
again, but his cock was standing at attention when he left. We were
taken off the couch and we had our lunch. I will never be able to look
at another pizza without thinking of the smile on that boy’s face when
he had licked us. After lunch, the boys asked us if we were
comfortable at the beach that morning. We explained about the constant
arousal and our wanting to cum. They suggested that the extreme heat
of the afternoon might make things even hotter to handle. They decided
to try to compensate for the heat. We were taken into the bathroom and
put down in position for another enema. This time Jim brought a bowl
of crushed ice with him. They prepared two enema bags, each contained
a handful of crushed ice and cold tap water. They bags were sealed
and given to us, so that we could make sure there was no ice unmelted
before they filled out asses with the ice-cold water. This rush of
cold water was unlike any enema I have had. It filled, it chilled, it
made my nipples get very tight and pointed. Cathy and I were shivering
from the unusual sensations. The boys lifted up our chests and with
each hand rubbed an ice cube around our nipples. After a few circles
on our nips, the ice cubes were put down to our clits. The chill
amplified the tingling in our tails. When the ice had melted, Cathy
and I were very eager to fuck, but definitely were not hot and sweaty
like the boys. We were allowed to let the cold water out and clean
each other up. When we got back to the living room, the boys had us
take kneeling positions on the couch, leaning over the back. They
poured some lubricating oil (sexy kind) onto our asses and rubbed it
into all the nooks and crannies. Then Jim grabbed my waist and slid
his cock into my chilled but slick and willing asshole. I turned back
to watch Dave slide effortlessly into Cathy’s butt. They fucked our
tails slowly, gently, warming up our clean cool tunnels with each
stroke. We were not allowed to play with ourselves so neither Cathy
nor I were able to cum before the boys left their latest loads in us.
They pulled out and told us to stay there while they got something
from the kitchen. They brought back two bowls. The bowls had been in
the freezer all during lunch. They contained the oil the boys had
lubed our tails with and our Ben-wa balls. The balls were now quite
cold, but slick, too slick to stick to anything. The balls were put
into the designated sex receptacles, and we were allowed to put our
suits back on. The afternoon on the beach was even more sexually
frustrating for Cathy and I than the morning was. We wanted to cum, so
much, so badly. The balls did not retain their coolness very long
under that hot sun, but they certainly were slick enough to move
around inside us.

At dinner time, we went back to the house. Cathy and I were instructed
to strip down in the backyard, extract the Ben-wa balls, shower, wash
each other and then come inside the house. We were strictly forbidden
to make ourselves or each other cum. When we got inside we found the
boys getting dinner ready. We were told to just go into the living
room and sit down (again we were told not to play with ourselves). The
boys brought in platters of hamburgers and fixings and chips and beer.
When we all had finished, the boys had us stand up. They moved to
particular seats that were good for watching the television. Dave had
me bend over in front of him and he applied a generous coat of butter
to my asshole, gently but thoroughly poking it into me. Jim did the
same thing to Cathy. Then Dave held my waist and guided me onto his
lap. He had me put one hand between my legs to hold his cock and aim
it into my asshole. When I had impaled myself on his hard cock, he
pulled me down snug and then back to lie against his chest. When Cathy
was in the same position, Jim picked up the remote control for the TV
and VCR and turned them on. The video tape was a special one they had
found. It was all about a pair of college girls who majoring in
assfucking. Every other scene was one or both of these girls with a
thick cock up their ass. And Cathy and I watched with our own lovers
buried in our tails. After about 30 minutes Cathy and I were so hot,
and so eager to cum, the boys let us finger ourselves, still sitting
on their cocks. We were allowed to cum three times before the movie
ended. We were hot, with tender clitties from the fierce rubbing we
gave ourselves and still very eager to satisfy the cocks that were
filling our asses. The last scene in the movie was an orgy where the
girls were placed mouth to cunt and told to lick each other (their
first time supposedly) while a dozen or so guys took turns fucking
their asses. During this very hot scene, Cathy and I were not allowed
to play with our clits or finger our holes. The two girls in the movie
outfucked all the guys and were still so horny that they fell back
into each others arms and kept eating each other during the closing
credits. Jim shut off the TV and VCR and we were told to stand up. The
boys cleared to table and moved it out of the way. We were laid down
on the floor in a sixty-nine position on our sides, but were told not
to start anything. Dave laid down behind me and slipped into my ass
again. Jim laid down and slipped into Cathy. Now we were told that we
could start licking each other and the boys would start fucking us,
and no one was to stop until they were totally exhausted. I figured
that after three finger fucks, Cathy and I would not last as long as
the boys, who had shown remarkable sexual patience. The slickness that
had been delivered to our tails all day long had not yet dissipated and
we were able to take the assfucking for a very long time. My tongue
and jar got tired before my cunt and ass did. The boys switched asses
after each orgasm, but after the third one, both cocks were just a
little too limp to continue. Cathy and I worked up enough energy to
spend licking each other a bit after the boys gave up, just to show
them we were just as good at fucking as the girls in the movie. When
we went to bed, I fell asleep on Dave’s chest rather than cuddled up
like spoons, which is our normal position (my ass was a bit warm).

On Thursday, we were told that we could please each other as much as
we wanted to. Thursday would be our lesbian day. At breakfast, we gave
the boys a good sucking before we climbed onto the table. Cathy and I
kissed, trading cum from our lovers, while they sweetened our cunts
with the maple syrup. After we swallowed the boys cum, we laid down in
a familiar 69 position(me on top) and we licked at each other’s hot
sweet cunt until we had both had a very pleasurable orgasm. We were
taken to the bathroom and Cathy and I washed up thoroughly while the
boys watched. We purposely spent a lot of time soaping up tits and
cunts and asses. Cathy asked the boys to hold my asscheeks open so she
could soap my asshole very completely. I had to do the same to her,
and I took it a step further and filled her ass from a prepared enema
bag. I plugged her ass and then had the boys hold her spread-eagle
against the wall while I applied another soapy coat to her tits and
cunt (giving her one more good orgasm). She enjoyed filling my ass
with the enema and then when I was held spread-eagle Cathy used a
dildo to make my cunt cum. The boys helped us trade two more enemas
before Cathy and I rinsed off and got ready for the beach. At
mid-morning, Cathy suggested we go into the water. In the water, Cathy
and I inserted the Ben-Wa balls into each other and we giggled all the
way back to the blankets. The boys kept us very hot by having Cathy
and I recall every lesbian activity we had done starting with the ski
trip.

We stayed late at the beach, because it was going to get cloudy that
afternoon and the boys said Cathy and I could go shopping instead of
returning to the beach. Lunch time was very simple, strip in the
backyard (the boy next door was watching today), a shower (we were
allowed to cream each other as much as we wanted) and then lunch.
After lunch, Cathy and I put the balls back into our cunts and went
shopping. At each store where we tried on clothes, we went into the
same changing booth and played with each other. At one place (a bikini
shop) the store clerk got upset with our giggling and asked us to
stop. Cathy grabbed her, pulling her into the booth with us and held
her while I removed the bitch’s top. She had bigger, firmer tits than
I had played with in a long time and I just had to squeeze them. I
stripped off her bottoms and then held her for Cathy to play with a
bit. Cathy gave her enough of a fingering to get her moaning but not
enough to make her cum. We left her, stripped naked and halfway to
orgasm in the changing room. We dropped her bikini at the cash
register.

Dinner time included another porno movie. This one entirely about
lesbian sex. The boys kept our cunts busy with little silver bullet
shaped vibrators. They kept the remote controls and adjusted the
intensity at their pleasure. After the movie, the boys knew we had
very hot eager cunts and they let us eat each other for as long as we
wanted. Much later (Cathy and I really like eating each other’s cunt),
the boys made ice cream sundaes and brought them to us. After desert,
Dave brought out my strap-on dildo and helped me get ready to fuck
Cathy the way Jim would. Cathy asked if Jim could join this fuck and I
suggested that she sit her ass on his cock and then I would complete
the sex sandwich by fucking her cunt. Cathy got very noisy during that
fuck, so I squeezed her nipples with each stroke to punish her. She
really got louder and came more intensely. We rested and watched
another movie, about twin sisters finding their mother’s collection of
dildos and using them on each other. It was a short movie, only about
30 minutes but at the end I was hot and ready to get my sandwich fuck.
I sat into Dave’s cock while Jim strapped the dildo into and onto
Cathy. She took a lot of pleasure in feeding me her sexy tits before
she plunged that fake cock into my willing cunt. I squeezed and sucked
on her tits while she pumped in and out of me until I had cum. She
rested a bit, gently rubbing her tits against my face before she
returned to her steady paced fucking until she reached her orgasm.
When we were ready for bed, Dave inserted my bullet vibrator into my
ass and Jim did the same to Cathy. Jim gave me her control and Dave
gave mine to Cathy, who promptly turned it up all the way. The boys
patted our asses and gave us good night kisses before sending us off
to one bedroom to spend the night in the glow of lesbian lust.

Friday was our last full day at the beach, but the morning was very
foggy. Very warm still fog covered everything. It was difficult to
even see the house across the street. The four of us had a very
leisurely breakfast, knowing that there was no hurry to get to the
beach and sun. After we had all eaten regular breakfast, Jim sat up on
the table and told Cathy and I that we could have some desert now.
Cathy took the maple syrup and pour it over his erect cock and tight
balls. We both dove for his cock and proceeded to lick and suck him
clean. We took turns sucking on his cockhead and licking his balls
until he was ready to cum. At that point Cathy sucked his cockhead
into her mouth and refused to surrender it. So I conceded and
continued licking Jim’s balls until he shot his load into Cathy’s
mouth. She sucked and sucked until his cock stopped its pulsating. I
knew that Cathy now had a mouthful of tasty cum. She stood up and
pulled me up to her. She clamped her mouth on mine and drove her
tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth in response to her
domineering approach and was rewarded with her tongue pushing Jim’s
cum into my mouth. We pushed and sucked his cum back and forth until
we each had an equal share and then we swallowed it and broke out
giggling. Abrupt slaps to our asscheeks reminded us that Dave had not
yet had his morning sucking. With him in position I poured chocolate
syrup all over his cock and balls. Cathy and I licked and sucked (me
doing more sucking and Cathy doing more licking) until Dave shot his
load into my mouth. It came suddenly and I almost lost it, but only a
little dribbled out. I stood up and Cathy quickly licked the dribble
off my cheek and then I repeated her cum sharing giggles and all.

Our morning showering started with Cathy and I getting our cunts
shaved clean for the last time of our vacation. The boys made sure
that our cunts were hot, wet and loose with almost continuous
fingering during the shaving process. We were instructed to bend over
the edge of the tub and again we took a hot soapy enema into your
tails. This time the boys plugged up our asses with the hot enema
inside. The boys handed us the shaving brushes and razors and said
that we could shave them now. Grins broke on our faces at the thought
of having a hairless cock and balls to play with. Cathy and I set to
our work and soon, Dave and Jim had no pubic hair near their erect
cocks. The boys unplugged our tails and flushed us out with two more
loads of water before taking us into the living room. Cathy and I were
placed in the center of the room facing each other. We were instructed
to bend over until our heads were resting on the other’s shoulder and
our tits were dangling down (at least Cathy’s were). The boys spread
our legs and applied a coat of lubricant to the full length of our
slits (from asshole to clit and back). They slowly pushed the silver
bullet vibrators into our hot, clean assholes and turned them on high.
Then Dave nuzzled his smooth hairless cock against my smooth hairless
cunt and pumped up and down my crack. I could see Jim behind Cathy
doing the same to her slick crotch. Dave slowly pointed his cockhead
at my cunt and worked just the head into my hot hole. When Jim got
into position, we were asked what we wanted and both Cathy and I
responded by begging for a good fucking. We wanted to get it, they
wanted to give it and so they plunged deep into our slick cunts and
pounded and pounded until Cathy and I came. The boys switched cunts
and with just their cockheads in our pleasure tunnels, we were again
asked what we wanted. This time we begged for them to fuck us until
they came inside of us. They plunged in and pounded away, giving Cathy
and I each, a great second orgasm and a load of cum in our cunts.

Later that morning, we decided to walk down to the beach. There was
still a pea-soup thick fog. Cathy and I wore the white halter dresses.
They are made from the sweatsuit type of cloth only thinner and
clingier. Of course, neither Cathy nor I wore bra or panties, just the
dress. While we were walking along the deserted beach, Cathy suggested
that she and I go into the water and have some fun with each other. We
waded into the strangely calm water and found it warmer than earlier
in week. We also found out that it was low tide and we could walk out
about 50 feet and be standing on a sand bar with the water up to my
titties. We could just barely see the lifeguard chair on the beach and
decided to stop there. Since there was very little chance of being
seen by anyone, I reached behind Cathy’s neck and unbuttoned her
halter and brought it down to expose her gorgeous tits. Her nipples
were very hard and erect and a tweak sent a shiver of pleasure thru
her. She responded by exposing my tits and tweaking them and then
asking me to suck on her nips. I haven’t been able to resist a pair of
titties like hers since college. I lifted up her full fleshy tits and
sucked at one nipple and then the other. Cathy kept busy by lifting up
the hem of my dress and stroking my cunt. I left her nips and kissed
her on the mouth. Our tongue immediately found each other and fought
for dominance. Our hands drove into each other’s cunts, probing slits,
rubbing clits, and poking cuntholes. Soon we were each standing on one
leg, with the other wrapped around, and a hand pumping in and out of
the other’s now open cunt. I had closed my eyes rather early in our
session but now I had to open them as another set of hands took hold
of my waist and a cock pressed against my asshole. I saw Dave behind
Cathy and I knew Jim was behind me and he slowly pushed into my
rectum. I felt Dave’s cock push into Cathy’s tail and I enhanced his
pleasure by inserting three fingers into her cunt and pumping
furiously. My desire to make them cum was matched only by Cathy and
Jim trying to make me cum. Cathy with three fingers of her own and Jim
with his cock sliding in and out of my willing tail. I can’t tell
which of us had the best orgasm, but Cathy and I surrendered to our
pleasure and collapsed into each other’s arms. The boys had to hold us
up until we recovered. Unfortunately the boys could not keep their
cocks erect after a good assfuck out in the Atlantic Ocean (if they
had been able to, Cathy and I would have switched partners and taken
another assfucking). We buttoned our halters and went back to the
beach. We walked some more, with our wet dresses sticking to us and
showing off every curve and crevice, and our asses leaking cum.

At lunch time we were on the main street near the neighborhood burger
place. We took some money from the boys and sent them on to the house
while Cathy and I bought lunch. Inside there were only two customers,
a guy and a girl from the beach badge patrol. She was a very-well
endowed blonde who looked like her bikini was painted on. Cathy and I
could have had a lot of fun turning her into a lesbian, but today it
was her partner that occupied our lusty thoughts. We had not seen him
at all that week. He was built like the guys in the body-building
machine commercials. We drooled the moment we saw him. After we put in
our order, Cathy and I went to the restroom. It was down a small
corridor that was right in line with Mr. Hunk. He could see us at the
end of the corridor but no one else could. Cathy was so hot for this
guy that she let me get behind her, unbutton her dress and lower the
front to show him her tits. She cupped them in her hands, sort of
offering them to him. He smiled and tried to keep up his conversation
with the blonde. When I saw that he wasn’t too flustered, I reached
around Cathy and slowly pulled up the hem until her hairless cunt was
exposed for his view. She spread her legs and I stroked her slit and
eventually poked my finger up her hole. After a little pumping I
pulled it out and brought it to my mouth and licked it clean. That
interrupted his conversation a bit but not too much. I instructed Cathy
to turn her back to him and bend over. I pulled up her dress so that
when she was all the way over, everything was exposed, tits, cunt and
asshole. I probed her cunt to show how wet she was and then when my
finger was covered with her juice, I moved up to her asshole and
slowly pushed into her willing rectum. That caused him to swallow his
soda the wrong way and the blonde got her bikini soaked with the rest
of his drink. Cathy quickly straightened out her dress and we picked
up lunch and were out of the place while Mr. Hunk, was trying to clean
off Ms. Bimbo and hide a raging hard-on at the same time. Cathy and I
giggled about it all the way home. (When Dave and Jim read this, it
will be the first time they know what we were giggling about for the
rest of the afternoon.)

The boys had the VCR set up and loaded with a porno movie when we got
back to the house. We ate lunch watching sex on the TV and then spent
all afternoon drinking wine, watching sex, critiquing the positions
and quality of the sex shows, and stroking and sucking the boys thru
several orgasms. After watching a movie about two roommates swapping
sex stories that ended with the two girls 69ing on the edge of the hot
tub, Cathy and I cuddled up on the rug and ate each other while the
boys compared our technique with the movie’s. We, of course, were
better. At dinner time we went outside (it had cleared very nicely)
and the boys started a barbecue while Cathy and I showered in the
outside shower. We were told not to make ourselves cum. In a bit, Jim
came in and had us wash him and then suck him until he was erect. Then
he left and Dave came in to get washed and sucked. But he too left
when we got him erect. We were instructed to wash each others cunt and
ass one more time and then come out for dinner. When we came out, the
boys had put their swimsuits on and the steaks were almost ready. Dave
instructed us to bend over the railing of the deck and spread our
legs. This would give the boy next door a great view of our asses. The
boys began spanking us, gently but firmly warming our butts and
juicing our cunts. When our tails were bright pink and tender and our
cunts wet and horny, we were sent inside to finish preparing dinner.
After dinner, we began preparing to leave, packing up clothes, beach
stuff, etc. We drank a lot of wine and were feeling no pain. Then the
boys said we needed one more enema before that stuff got packed away.
We were taken into the bathroom and put into position and received one
more hot soapy enema. They inserted butt plugs into us and had us wait
until they had packed up the VCR and television. When they came back,
they pulled out our plugs and let us empty out. Then Jim sat on the
toilet and had Cathy lay across his lap. Dave handed him a syringe
(not a drug-type needle, but more like a turkey baster, except a bit
thinner tip) that he had filled with mineral oil (a very good anal
lubricant). Jim inserted the tip into Cathy’s lovely rectum and
squeezed the oil into her. He gave her two loads of oil and then used
his finger to probe her hole and stretch her sphincter muscle. When he
finished he had a finger from each hand, stretching her asshole open.
Then he let her empty out the oil and suck on his rigid cock at the
same time. He did not let her suck him off yet, then I was put thru
the same lube job. Dave is very gentle with my ass, and even
stretching me wide open, he was gentle and loving and I almost came
from his probing, and I tried hard to make him cum in my mouth while
the oil oozed out of my ass. I didn’t get him off and Cathy and I
cleaned up and followed the boys back into the living room. The boys
got some blankets, a bottle of wine and tossed us our halter dresses.
We put them on and we all went down to the beach at 10:00 PM at night.
We found a quiet spot at the base of a large set of dunes that masked
an expensive cluster of empty houses from the sight and sound of the
surf. It was still a calm softly rolling sea and there seemed to be no
one else on the beach. We laid out the blankets and cuddle up between
them. Cathy and I in the middle, Dave cuddle up against my ass and Jim
against Cathy’s tail. We drank some more wine and fondle what ever sex
organ we could reach. Cathy and I were quickly relieved of our dresses
and the boys just as quickly had very hard cocks. As we got more
involved with our sexplay, we got less concerned with being seen.
Eventually, Cathy and I were put on our hands and knees next to each
other with my head at Cathy’s ass and Cathy getting a good view of
mine. The boys positioned their cocks at our assholes and slowly
pushed in. We offered no resistance. My ass was slick and smooth and
more willing to take Dave’s cock than ever. The boys began a slow
steady deep fucking motion. This was going to be a very long sexy fuck
and they wanted to enjoy every inch of it. After two dozen strokes or
so, the boys pulled out and switch partners, and Jim inserted his cock
and resumed the slow steady screwing. The boys swapped again after
more strokes and then swapped again and again. Cathy and I eventually
lowered ourselves to the blankets, our asses still high in the air,
but our tits on the blankets and our hands in our cunts. I
finger-fucked my hot wet hole and rubbed my clittie to two orgasms. I
didn’t know who was fucking my tail at what time and I really didn’t
care. Both boys were giving us a great assfuck and getting as much
pleasure from our tails as they were giving. Near the end, the boys
turned us on our sides, and nuzzled us up against each others creamy
cunts. The boys emptied their cocks into our oily assholes while Cathy
and I licked clitties and lapped cum from slick cunt holes. We fell
asleep cuddled up in the enlarged 69 position. We were only awaked by
two drunks yelling at the police a few hours later. We quickly got
dressed and were encouraged to hurry home by the officers. We got home
and kissed and fondled each other good-night before slipping into our
respective beds.

I woke up Saturday morning with Dave slipping into my still slick ass.
He had turned me face down on the bed, spread my legs and had inserted
the silver bullet vibrator into my cunt. His cock sliding thru my
backdoor finally roused me and then growing vibrations in my cunt
increased my attention. Dave wasn’t embedded in my ass as deeply as
when my hips are raised up, but he was enjoying it and so was I. After
two wakening orgasms in my cunt, Dave’s cock shot what he could into
my tail. Dave and I got up and went out to the bathroom. Cathy and Jim
were already awake and beginning on breakfast. Dave and I took a
shower, our first shower together all week. It was a warm loving
shower, I washed him, he washed me, and we made sure we were clean and
well-loved before we went to get some breakfast. We ate breakfast
while Cathy and Jim took their shower. When we were all fed and
washed, we finished cleaning up the house and packing to leave. We all
stayed completely naked until everything was packed and ready to put
into the cars. The boys put on their swimsuits to load up the cars,
and Cathy and I retired to a bedroom for one last cuntlicking session.
We licked and sucked and fingered until we had both cum and then the
boys had to separate us while we were trying to lick the cum out of
each other. We knelt down in front of our respective boyfriends,
pulled down their suits and sucked and licked their cocks to a full
erection and then we had them switch places and I sucked Jim’s last
load of cum into my mouth. When I was finished I turned to Cathy (who
had Dave’s last load in her mouth) and we kissed, sharing one last sex
act, sharing the boy’s cum. We swallowed the combined cum and finally
got dressed, kissed everyone good-bye (fondled what I could as well)
and left with smiles on our faces and tender well-worked sex organs.

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….

When I walked in I was startled at how busy the place was at four in the
afternoon. Every table had someone sitting at it! This really wasn’t a
problem since each table was very long with benches on each side leaving
me several seating possibilities. I got a beer at the bar and positioned
myself at the end of a table near the back of the bar. Sitting at the
other end of the table were several women in nurses uniforms. From
the the smattering of conversation I heard over the sound of the juke box,
I gathered that they had just finished an unusually rough shift at the local
hospital. They must have been there a while because there were several empty
pitchers on the table.

I was busy working on my second beer and attempting to think of some way to
introduce myself when they all got up to leave. All of them that is, but
the nurse at the far end of the table. She still had a full beer and I heard
her tell her friends that she would stick around to finish it before she
headed home. To be honest, I don’t think I even noticed her before her
friends got up to leave. She was older than the others, probably early
thirties and a little over weight. Her hair was bleach blond with about an
inch of dark roots showing. Her eyebrows had been over plucked and she
used lots of blue eye shadow which even back then seemed out-of-style. I
guess you would say she wasn’t much of a catch, but I remember thinking at
the time that there was a certain sleaziness about her looks which really
turned me on.

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I slid down to her end of the table. I
introduced myself and launched into my usual patter about the weather and
local sports teams. She was obviously bored, but she politely sipped
her beer and listened to my monologue. When her beer was empty, she said
that she needed to go pee. Without thinking I blurted out “can I watch?”.
To this day, I’m not sure why I say it. Maybe I was trying to be sarcastic
since I figured she was using the bathroom as an excuse to slip out the
back door. In any case, I never expected her reaction. She sat back down,
leaned forward, looked me straight in the eyes and said “really?”. The
intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her tone took me completely
by surprise. I didn’t know what to say. I sat there for what felt like an
eternity before I finally choked out “sure”. She stood up, extended her
hand and said “Well then, lets go.”.

This was the first time I had seen her standing. Although I had noticed that
she was on the plump side, I hadn’t expected her to have such a heavy bottom.
Her white nursing slacks were tight against her large round ass. Her tight
slacks and small breasts may have helped make her ass and thighs seem
disproportionately large, but there was just no denying it, this woman had
a big butt! I just sat there staring at her, trying to figure out what I
was getting into. Finally she said “are you coming or not?”. Still dazed, I
got up and took her hand. She lead me toward the back of the bar to the rear
exit which led into an alley behind the bar. I asked her where we were
going, and she replied that she had an apartment just around the corner.
Still holding her hand we walked down the alley together. When I finally
had regained enough composure to ask just what she had planned for me, she
just said “Shhh, just enjoy the moment. I’ll take care of everything.”. We
walked the rest of the way in silence.

When we got to her apartment, she lead me straight to the bedroom. She told
me very matter-of-factly to take off my clothes and lay on the bed. As I
undressed, she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and watched.
When I pulled my jockey shorts off to reveal my rock hard erection, I saw her
smile for the very first time. Without a word, she gestured for me to lie
down on the bed. After I did so, she reached behind my head and pulled
out two dark strips of material from beneath the mattress and began to tie
the end of one to my wrist. I must have had panic written all over my face
as she stopped immediately and said “Don’t worry, they’re just silk ties.
I’ll tie them loose so you can get free if you really want to.”. I nodded my
head sheepishly and she continued to tie my wrists. She then pulled the ends
of two more ties from under the end of the mattress and tied my ankles. She
tucked two pillows under the back of my head so that my head was angled so
that I could see the foot of the bed. I gently tested my restraints and
found that although loose as promised, my movement was limited to swaying
slightly from side to side.

Once my “host” felt I was properly positioned, she went to the foot of the
bed and began to slowly undress. She began by unbuttoning her blouse to
reveal a white lace bra. Next she pulled down her slacks, all the while,
staring me straight in the eyes. Next she turned and slowly bent over,
showing me her big ass which was barely covered by her white cotton panties.
She slowing began to pull them down to reveal her huge pillowy ass cheeks.
Turning, she caught me licking my lips and said “like what you see so far?”.
I just nodded and gave her my best lecherous grin. All she said was “good”
as she climbed onto the bed. Straddling my chest, her pussy was only
a foot from my face. It was covered with a thick thatch of brown hair which
started as a little trickle of hair at the navel and grew into a dark
triangle which disappeared between her meaty thighs. Very slowly and
deliberately, she began to play with her pussy. At first just by running
her fingers through the hair. Gradually, her fingers began to probe between
her plump pussy lips. As she spread them, I could see her prominent pink
labia and the bud of her swollen clitoris. I was mesmerized by the sight
and the smell. My cock was aching as I drooled over the beautiful pussy
that was being fingered just inches from my face. She seemed to be
approaching orgasm when she suddenly stopped teasing her swollen clit and
spread her pussy wide with both hands. I was admiring her beautiful pussy
now fully engorged and literally dripping with juice when a squirt of hot
pee hit me square in the face. In all the excitement of being tied up and
watching my chubby nurse masturbate, I had completely forgotten that it was
my sarcastic comment about watching her pee that begun this adventure.

After the initial shock of the first blast of pee, I watched with fascination
and lust as a beautiful golden stream of pee sprayed out of her hot hairy
pussy soaking my face and hair. I tried to position my head so that I could
catch the stream in my mouth, but her gyrating hips kept the stream of pee
criss crossing my face. I couldn’t believe that I actually wanted her to
pee in my mouth! ‘Want’ wasn’t the right word, I needed to taste her pee. I
was going crazy with lust! My cock was bobbing uncontrollably and my balls
ached. My mouth was wide open, my tongue extended catching all the hot pee
I could as the stream moved back and forth across my face. Finally, she
stopped her teasing and aimed the hot spray right into my mouth. I gulped
down a couple of mouthfuls before she finally stopped. Using the head of
the bed for support, she raised herself to her feet and positioned herself
so that she was standing over me straddling my crotch. Placing her hands on
her hips, she closed her eyes and let go another long stream of hot pee.
Since she was not holding her pussy open this time, instead of a solid
stream, pee sprayed all over. Some sprayed on my chest, but most of the
golden liquid dripped straight down on my cock and balls.

When her bladder was finally empty, she turned around to show me her great
big ass. She got down on all fours and slowly backed her butt into my face.
I attempted to lick her pussy, but she repositioned herself so that her tight
little asshole was pressed against my lips. I had never licked a women’s ass
before, and didn’t really know what I should do. I licked it, sucked it,
even tried to bury my tongue deep inside it. Apparently I was doing
something right as I could hear her moaning softly and she began to slowly
grind her pussy against my chest.

I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as I hungrily licked her
asshole. Occasionally I would feel her mouth or tongue on my inner thighs
or balls. At first I thought she was trying to tease me, but I soon realized
that she was lapping up any pee that remained on my crotch! She was careful
to avoid my cock as I think she knew that the slightest stimulation would
make me cum.

After several delicious minutes of ass licking, she tilted her ass slightly,
pulling her asshole from my lips. Without warning she let go a large fart
right in my face! The smell was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was
so intense I felt dizzy and I almost came! She lowered her asshole back to
my lips and I resumed my tonguing with even greater passion. Several times
she tilted her hips to position her asshole directly in front of my nose
to pass gas. Each time I would inhale deeply before resuming my tongue
worship of her ass. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her ass from
my face and repositioned it about a foot away from my face. Reaching back
with both hands she pulled her big ass cheeks wide apart to expose her hot
hairy pussy and the dark brown asshole I had been sucking so feverishly.
Once again I saw her tilt her hips slightly, and I watched her little brown
asshole began to open slightly. Too my surprise, no gas rushed out. For
a moment I was confused, but then I realized what was happening. She was
going to shit on me! Although I had done things tonight that I never thought
I would do (and loved them), this was just to much! Her asshole continued to
widen and I could begin to see the end of a large turd just inside the
opening. She continued to push and I saw the turd slowly begin to emerge
from her asshole. All of a sudden, she relaxed and the turd quickly slipped
back inside out-of-site. She repeated this several times, each time exposing
a little more of the turd. As she did this I found myself beginning to feel
that crazy lust build back up inside of me until I was actually craning my
neck and sticking out my tongue in an attempt to reach her shit! After
several more teases, she finally pushed several inches of firm brown shit
out of her ass. It hung from her asshole for a moment and then dropped to my
chest. The smell was, well, you can imagine!

She continued to push, until 2 more large firm turds lay steaming on my
chest. She had shit so close to my face that I was actually able to touch
the last turd with my tongue as it fell from her asshole and landed on my
chest. When she was all done, she said “please clean me up” and once again
backed her big ass into my face. As I feverishly licked and sucked her dirty
asshole, she squirmed excitedly on my chest. I could feel her wet pussy
smearing her warm shit all over my neck and chest. I could tell that she
was very near orgasm from the twitching of her thigh muscles. Just as she
began to moan, she grabbed my cock roughly in her hand and began to stroke
it. With only a few strokes of her hand I was convulsing beneath her.
I had my face buried so deep between her ass cheeks I couldn’t even breath.
I literally went out of my mind! The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing
I had experienced before or since. I think she orgasmed too, but I was so
absorbed in the intensity of my own orgasm, that I couldn’t tell. She
continued to pump my cock until I finally relaxed and let my tongue slip
from her gaping asshole. We laid there in a smelly heap for several
minutes before she finally crawled off me. She had shit smeared on her
stomach and in her pubic hair as well as a big gob of my cum in her hair.
I must have been quite a sight too because she looked down at me, made a
face and said “yuk, what a mess!”. Grabbing some tissues from the head of
the bed she scooped up most of the shit laying on my neck and chest and
then rushed out of the room. She returned in a couple of minutes wearing
a bathrobe and carrying a pan of soapy water and a towel. Sitting beside me
on the bed, she gave me quick but efficient sponge bath. I made no attempts
at conversation as I still hadn’t regained my composure from the intensity
of my orgasm.

When my sponge bath was complete, she untied my hands and feet and handed
me my clothes. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she said “sorry to poop
and run, but I’ve got to hop in the shower. I’m already late for a dinner
date with friends. Could you be a dear and let yourself out?”. Still a bit
dazed I nodded in agreement, and she disappeared through the bedroom door.
After I got dressed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, so as
requested, I let myself out. As I made the long walk back to the dorm, I
tried to sort out everything that had happened. I couldn’t believe all the
sick things I had done, yet I had loved every minute of it! This was
definitely the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had and I hadn’t
kissed her or even seen her breasts. Hell, I never even asked her her name!

When I got back to the dorm, I took a long hot shower, trying to get
rid of the smell, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed to linger.
It was several days before I got over the shock of what I had done. I kept
thinking that you just don’t do those types of things and enjoy them.

The semester ended and I went home for the summer. My initial feelings of
shock and disgust gradually gave way to lust and the first day of my junior
year I went back to her apartment. Sweaty with anticipation I knocked on the
apartment door. Much to my dismay, I was met at the door by an oriental grad
student. He politely told me that he had moved in over the summer and had
never met the previous tenant.

For the last fifteen years now, I have been watching for her on the street,
in bars and shopping malls. But even if I never see her again, I will never
ever forget the afternoon I spent with my naughty nurse.

On Monday, when I saw her at work, I had to smile. I didn’t
have to wonder what she looked like under her clothes, I knew. But
that didn’t stop me daydreaming about her. For her part, she
seemed happier than before and we shared a secret smile
remembering how we had fucked the night away just a day or two
earlier.

I’ll admit I spent a good deal of the week thinking about her
and the way she sucked my cock. I remember the way she would moan
as I ran my hands over her body and played with her tits and
pussy. And how she responded to being eaten and fucked. And the
way her pussy had held onto my cock after I came deep inside her.

On Wednesday, we got to talk alone and made a date for Friday
night, since he husband was due back in town on Sunday. She didn’t
want to take any chances of hurting him, so she wanted to keep
Saturday night free.

We met at the same restaurant and had dinner and then left
for my place this time. I live a little out of town and the place
is pretty secluded; surrounded by thick trees and a good distance
from my nearest neighbor. As soon as we got inside, I stepped up
behind her and put my arms around her and stroked her belly. I
felt how taut she was and let my hands linger for awhile. I then
moved up to her tits and felt them through the blouse she was
wearing. I marvelled at their firmness and the way her nipples
would poke through her bra and blouse. She pressed against me and
rubbed her ass against my crotch. I felt my prick starting to get
hard and started nibbling on her ears and neck while I continued
to fondle her tits.

After a couple of minutes, she turned around and reached up
on her tip-toes to kiss me. As she did, her tummy rubbed against
my crotch and I felt my cock try to leap out of the confines of my
slacks. I still hadn’t figured out was it was about this pregnant
woman that turned me on so much, but she did. We kissed for a few
moments and then I took her into the den and fixed us a drink. She
said she was going to savor her drink as it would probably be one
of the few she was going to have until the baby was born. As we
sipped our drinks we made small talk about work and things in
general. We both realized this might be one of the few chances we
would have since her husband was coming back. Delaying only
increased our awareness of each other. I couldn’t keep my eyes off
of her, her body was still shapely in spite of her pregnancy and I
thought she was incredibly sexy.

As we finished our drinks we got closer together and started
kissing again while we let our hands rove over each other. She
started to unbutton my shirt and I moved away to help her, but she
stopped me saying, “No, let me do it. You undressed me last time
and it’s my turn.” So I quit and let her undress me. She finished
unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it from my slacks and threw it on
the chair. My t-shirt was next to join the shirt. She ran her
fingers through the hair on my chest, stroking her fingernails up
and down my skin. She leaned forward and sucked on each of my
nipples and started to run her tongue over my front. I hadn’t had
a woman do that and the feeling was super. It was like her tongue
and fingers were setting off little firecrackers inside me. My
cock was starting to get hard again and I shifted in my seat to
get more comfortable.

As I did, she grabbed my belt and undid the buckle, pulling
me up a little as she did. I realized she wanted me to stand up,
so I did, facing her. She undid the button and pulled down the
zipper of my slacks. She pulled down the slacks and let them
gather around my ankles, leaving them there. Next, she rubbed my
cock through my shorts, feeling it strain to be free from the
material, but not letting it just yet. She kept stroking it and
pulled my shorts tight over the head. A tiny drop of pre-cum
soaked through and she leaned forward to suck it off. Finally, she
lowered my shorts and watched as my cock sprang free, waving just
a few inches in front of her face. With both my shorts and slacks
around my ankles, I couldn’t move without falling and she realized
it and looked up, smiled at me, and licked her lips. Not touching
my cock, she took my balls in her hands and gently fondled them;
rolling them in her hand, stroking their sack, and running her
fingernail across the skin. She was driving me wild. My cock was
jerking up and down and wanting her to pay it some attention.

She said, “You made Friday night memorable, and I’m going to
make tonight even more so.” With that, she leaned forward and
licked off the fluid that was seeping out of my cock and gave it a
couple of soft strokes up and down. She leaned back and looked at
me and told me I could finish undressing when she was done with
me. Then she unbuttoned her own blouse and pants and opened them
up. She took off her blouse and started playing with her tits,
squeezing them inside her bra and pinching the nipples through the
fabric. She said, “One good thing about being pregnant is that my
titties are starting to get larger. I’ve always thought they were
a little small, what do you think?” As she finished her statement,
she cupped her boobs and lifted them up for my inspection, still
inside the bra cups. “Oh,” she said, “I guess you can’t judge them
properly inside my bra, so let me take it off.” And she did, again
cupping them and lifting them for my inspection. I bent forward to
play with them, but she stopped me and said, “No, you can’t touch
just yet.” I didn’t know where her game was going to end, but it
was driving me crazy with desire. By now, my prick was standing
straight up and I could feel it throbbing as she continued to play
with her tits; now fondling them and pinching the nipples without
the interference of her bra. Her nipples were hard and erect,
sticking out like little buttons on her tits. I wanted to suck
them, but she wouldn’t let me.

“It makes me hot to see you want me,” she said, “and I want
to make you hotter than you’ve ever been.” “You’re well on your
way,” I said, “but can’t I sit down, this isn’t really
comfortable.” She said, “Not yet, but soon.” Then she lifted her
ass off the sofa and pulled down her pants over her swelling belly
and down to her ankles. As she removed her pants, she lifted one
leg and then the other, giving me a quick glimpse of the darkish
patch between her legs and under her panties. She threw her pants
on the floor and spread her legs slightly. I could just barely see
the darker triangle between her legs that was her pubic mound and
a couple of stray hairs which peeked out the legs of her panties.
She started rubbing her hands over her belly, tracing the swelling
outline of her pregnancy.

I could tell the skin was sensitive because every so often
she would shiver as she ran her hands over her body. As her hands
worked lower, I wanted to start jerking off, but realized she
didn’t want we to do that, so I just stood there and watched as
she played with herself. Finally, her hands reached her panties
and she rubbed one finger up and down her slit pressing the cotton
fabric inside her pussy and massaging her clit. Then she put her
other hand inside the panties and started to masturbate in
earnest. Finally, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and
was playing with herself with both hands. One rubbing her clit and
the other with a finger inside her pussy, stroking in and out. My
cock wanted to be where her finger was and I found myself humping
the air between us. She looked at me and smiled. “I bet I know
what you want,” she said. I smiled back and said, “I’ll bet you do
too.” “Soon,” she said. And with that, she removed her hands and
helped me shuffle back a few paces.

She quickly removed her panties and sat back down on the
sofa, bringing her feet up to rest against her ass and spreading
her legs as wide as she could. Then she started playing with her
pussy and tits again. She rubbed her fingers up and down the slit
of her pussy, pinched her nipples until they looked sore, and ran
her hands over her tummy. She occasionally moaned and started
turning her head from side to side while she pressed her ass into
the seat of the sofa. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once.
On her belly, her boobs, and in her cunt. Once, she had one, then
two, and finally three fingers inside her pussy, fucking herself
with them. As she got closer to cumming, she quit rubbing herself
and settled down to pinching her nipples and finger fucking her
cunt. She would run two fingers of one hand in and out of her
pussy and rub her clit with the thumb. Her other hand was busy
with her tits, rubbing, pinching, and squeezing them without
pause.

A long, low moan escaped her lips as she came. Her thumb was
strumming her clit like a banjo picker and she had one nipple
pinched between her fingers and was pulling out away from her so
hard that the flesh of her tit was distended. As she came, she
pressed her ass deeper into the sofa and rammed her fingers into
her slit as hard as she could. She let go of her nipple and was
rubbing her clit between both her thumb and finger of one hand,
while the other hand finger fucked her into another climax. All
total, she came three times and then lay there, gently rubbing her
pussy and licking the cum from her fingers every so often.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said. She drew me closer to her and
I thought she was going to suck my cock, but instead, she took it
in her hand and started to jack me off. Her performance had me
close to cumming already, and I told her so. She replied, “I
know, but I want see you cum over my titties and belly.” As she
said it, I felt the cum welling up in my balls and starting it’s
trip to the head of my cock. As she stroked, the head grew larger
and thicker, and she scooted herself up on the sofa, getting
closer to me.

Just as I came, she held one tit up to my cock and my cum
spurted out over it. It covered the nipple and as she continued to
milk my cock, it dripped down onto the swell of her belly. She
continued to stoke me until I was dry, then leaned down and licked
off the cum and cleaned my dick with her mouth. She rubbed the cum
on her tit into her skin and did the same with the cum on her
belly. I started to collapse to the floor, but she helped me onto
the sofa next to her and then bent her head down and licked her
own nipples to taste the cum from them. When she had finished, she
said, “And that’s just for starters, we still have the whole night
ahead of us.”

We sat there for awhile, kissing and sipping our drinks.
After resting a bit, I finished undressing. We were both fully
nude now and we started running our hands over each other’s body.
I admired the way Teri kept herself in shape. She was obviously
spending a lot of time at the health club she belonged to. I asked
her about it, and she told me she was attending aerobics classes
for pregnant women. I told her the program was working well and
she was still sexy. As we talked, we both started getting excited
again. I ran my hands over her belly and felt her shudder
slightly. As I moved up to her tits, she lay back and closed her
eyes. I pinched and pulled on her nipples, gently rolling each one
between my fingers and watching it stiffen and become erect. I
started kissing her all over. Beginning with her face and working
my way downward towards her toes. As I did, I purposely skipped
her tits and pussy, not even playing with them as I passed. I paid
a lot of attention to her swelling belly, covering it with kisses
and licking it until it had a sheen. I then moved off the sofa and
knelt at her feet and kissed, then sucked, each of her toes. She
still had her eyes closed, but she sucked in her breath as I paid
homage to her feet.

I let my tongue trail upwards over her legs and ran my
fingernails across her skin as I did. I started to lick the inside
of her thighs and she spread her legs to let me. I looked up and
was staring at her pussy, just inches from my face. I blew against
it and watched as the lips reacted to the warm air by separating
slightly. I had finally worked my way up to her pussy when I
stopped and stood over her. I bent over and sucked her nipples,
rolling them in my lips and gently biting them. I wondered when
her breasts would start producing milk and hoped I get the chance
to suck them as her baby would. By this time, she was again
starting to grind her ass against the sofa and humping her crotch
as if there was a cock inside it. I knelt down again, between her
legs this time, and started to suck her cunt.

I wanted to tease her a little and get her as hot as I could,
so I started by licking the area between her legs and around her
lovenest, but not her pussy. I licked the triangle of her bush
until the hair was damp and only then did I start to lick her
pussy. I opened my mouth wide and covered her mound as best I
could and sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, I started to
run my tongue up and down her slit, separating the lips and
getting her juices flowing. I released her from the lip lock and
sucked her clit into my mouth, softly biting it and riding her
mound as she squirmed in her seat. I licked her slit, running my
tongue from the top to the bottom and making sure I paid special
attention to her clit. As I continued to lick and suck her pussy,
her juices started flowing more and more. I sucked up every drop I
could, savoring the taste of her pussy in full flow. Eventually,
she was flowing so much that I couldn’t drink it all in and my
mouth and chin were covered with her fluids.

By raising my head up and licking her clit, I could just see
her tits and face. Her eyes were shut tight and she was licking
her lips and shaking her head slowly from side to side. Her chest
was rising and falling with deep breaths and her nipples were
erect and swollen more than I had ever seen them. They were as big
around as my little finger and I reached up and pinched one as I
ate her. There was a sharp intake of breath and she said, “That’s
right, pinch my nipples…hard. Squeeze my titties, I love having
them squeezed.” With my other hand, I felt her swelling belly;
feeling it move under the touch of my hand and tongue as I
continued to suck her pussy.

I dropped my head down and licked the area between her pussy
and her asshole, licking up some of her juices which had flowed
there. As I worked my way back up her slit, I sucked her cunt lips
into my mouth and gently chewed on them. She was breathing quicker
now, and I could tell she was on the verge of cumming. I shifted
my position slightly so I could ride her pussy with my mouth as
she experienced her climax. I centered myself between her legs and
played with her tits with both hands. I licked and sucked her clit
as quickly as my tongue would move and brought her up to the point
of climax.

As she came, she was humping her crotch up against my mouth
and bucking against the sofa. I had a hard time keeping my tongue
on her clit while she came. She let out a loud moan and then a
deep sighing sound as her orgasm shook her body. I kept licking
her clit, although softer now, and she tensed her body up for a
second cum. Again, shivers ran through her body as she came, but
not as hard as the first time. She had the cushions of the sofa
clenched in her hands and was still humping her pussy against my
tongue on her slit. Finally, she came a third time and laid still
while I bathed her cunt with my tongue. I licked her cum from her
pussy and cleaned her with my mouth. Every so often, she would
shudder and give a little sigh of satisfaction. I have to admit,
my ego was riding high at the pleasure I was able to give her.

At last, she stopped shuddering and lay back contented on the
sofa. She smiled at me and said, “That was great. I have never
come that hard from being eaten before.” At that, my ego took off
even higher. It pleased and excited me that I could make her that
happy and contented. I got up and sat down beside her and kissed
her mouth so she could taste her own cum. I also put my hand
between her legs and rubbed her mound, spreading her juices over
her bush and thighs. I inserted one finger into her pussy and then
took it out and brought it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and
I put it inside so she could suck off the juices. She did and then
licked her lips. She looked down at my cock and saw it standing at
attention. She reached down and took it in her hand and started
stroking it. She said, “I hope I can please you the same way you
pleased me.” I told her I was sure she could and moved so she had
better access to my cock.

She got down off the sofa and knelt between my legs after
spreading them further apart. She lowered her head and licked my
balls and worked her way up the shaft of my dick. She swirled her
tongue around the head of my cock and then took it in her mouth.
While she sucked, she ran her tongue up and down the lower part of
the shaft and tickled the ridge at the base of the head. As she
sucked, she made little slurping noises while my cock slid in and
out of her mouth. With each stroke of her lips, a little more of
my prick disappeared into her warm and willing mouth. Until at
last, she was taking the entire thing in up to my balls.

With one hand, she held my cock steady for her mouth and with
the other, fondled and caressed my balls in their sack. She would
first play with one; feeling it, and rolling it between her
fingers and thumb. Then she’d repeat the process with the other. I
leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of my cock in her mouth. I
looked down and saw her pretty head bobbing up and down as she
sucked me off. I reached out and stroked her hair as her head
moved back and forth. I sat up straighter and reached around her
arms and started playing with her tits. I was fondling them as she
started to move her upper body back and forth while she sucked. I
played with her nipples and cupped each breast in my hands,
feeling their weight and firmness. I looked at her body and when I
saw her swelling tummy, my prick seemed to grow inside her mouth.

She must have felt it as well, because she quit deep
throating me and started paying more attention to the head. As she
sucked harder and faster, I felt my own climax approaching fast.
Since I’ve known women who don’t like men cumming in their mouth,
I let her know. She just nodded her head and continued sucking. I
felt my balls tighten up and knew I was about to cum. I stopped
playing with her tits and leaned back as I came in her mouth. My
cock jerked as I shot my wad down her throat. She continued to
suck and started to swallow as much of my hot jism as she could,
but wasn’t able to drink it all. I watched as a thin stream of cum
oozed from the side of her lips and trickled down her chin.
Finally, I stopped pumping cum into her mouth and she sucked my
shaft back into her mouth in order to clean it off. As she raised
her head and looked up at me, her tongue darted out of her mouth
and snared the cum that had escaped her earlier. She finished by
licking my shaft and balls one last time to make sure she got all
she could of my cum.

“Teri,” I said, “that was the best head I ever been given and
I want to make a small confession.” She looked a little worried,
but I told her why I thought I had cum so fast. “When I look at
your body naked and see the swelling of your tummy, I get very
excited. Frankly, I’m not sure why, but your pregnancy adds to my
excitement.”

“I’m glad,” she said, “I like pleasing you and if being
pregnant adds to your excitement, that’s even better. I also want
to let you know that it builds my self-image. Even though I’m not
that far along, until last week, I was concerned about losing my
attractiveness.”

“You don’t have to worry about that with me, at least. But I
will admit, I don’t feel that way about all pregnant women, just
you.” And with that, I lifted her back up onto the sofa and kissed
her hard.

Since I had already cum twice, I knew I’d have to rest for a
little while before I’d be able to get it up again. As we sat
there talking and sipping our drinks, Teri became restless and got
up to wander about the room. As she did, I watched her as she
moved around. Her legs were still super; firm and lithe, with none
of the flab I usually associated with pregnant women. Her ass was
shapely and retained its sexy sway when she walked. Her tummy was
well rounded and taut and I wondered if she would lose that
firmness as she got bigger. The swelling wasn’t much yet, but it
was evenly distributed and she carried it well. Her tits seemed to
have gotten bigger after she got pregnant. The nipples were more
erect than before and the rings around them slightly darker. Of
course, her face was still beautiful. As I watched her, I felt
myself getting hard again and reached down and started stroking my
cock slowly. She turned around and saw me and said, “If anyone
gets to do that, it’s going to be me.”

She came up to me and straddled my legs, giving me a quick,
but full shot of her pussy. She sat down and took my cock in her
hands and started playing with it. I reached up and fondled her
tits and ran my hands over her swelling tummy and between her
legs. As I did, I felt her wetness and knew she was ready for
another round. The last time we had fucked, I took her from behind
so I wouldn’t rest my weight on top of her. This time, I was
determined to fuck her in such a way as to be able to see her body
underneath me. So I swung her off my lap and laid her back on the
sofa with her legs hanging off the front.

I arranged her so her ass was right at the edge of the couch
and spread her legs wide. I knelt down between her legs and licked
and sucked her pussy to really get her juices flowing. When her
cunt was wet and ready for me, I knelt up straight and got as
close to her as I could. My cock was right at her pussy and just
on the exact level to enter her. I took my cock in my hand and
rubbed the head against her pussy, getting ready to drive it deep
inside her. With each motion, I leaned forward a little more,
until I had the head inside her. Then I thrust forward, burying
half my cock in her pussy in one stroke. She threw back her head
and moaned loudly. Her ass was humping up and down, meeting my
strokes one for one. With each thrust, I entered her a little
more, until I couldn’t go in any farther. I started fucking her in
earnest; humping my ass back and forth while kneeling between her
legs. I had a good view of her pussy as it accepted my strokes and
the rest of her body as well.

I watched as my shaft rubbed against her clit and took
pleasure in her reaction. She sat up a little and reached down to
fondle my balls as I fucked her. She took both of them in her hand
and rolled them around. Squeezing one, then the other. With her
other hand, she played with her tits. Pinching them and rolling
the nipples around between her fingers. As she payed attention to
one, I played with the other. Following her lead as she got more
and more excited. With my other hand, I felt her tummy rise and
fall with her breathing.

My cock was quickly covered with her juices and I put my
finger inside her cunt and then in my mouth, sucking it and
savoring the taste of her excitement. As I continued to fuck her,
I saw she was building up to her climax, so I changed my motion. I
slowed down my thrusts and drove them as deep inside her as I
could. I had found she really liked me to go slow as she started
to cum, and I was more than willing to oblige. As I started
fondling her body again, I felt a slight tremor start to build and
I knew she was about to cum. Her eyes were shut tightly and she
was moving her head from side to side. As she came, her pussy
muscles grabbed hold of my cock and held it deep inside her. Her
contractions made me unable to hold off cumming and I shot another
load of hot cum inside her. She threw her legs around me and
crossed them behind my ass, holding me inside her while she
continued to climax. Finally, she came down from her cum and went
limp on the sofa. My cock lost its hardness and slid from her
pussy with a slight sucking sound. I leaned forward and kissed
her, then her tits and belly, and finally her pussy. I licked her
and my cum from it and kissed her mouth again, letting her taste
it.

We spent the rest of the night making love and cat-napping.
Just before I took her home the next morning, we made love again
and promised to get together as soon and as often as we could.

* * *

“So what do you think of the fresh crop?” Richard asked, stripping
off his shirt and revealing his broad, hairy chest.
“Some pretty good lookin’ ones,” Paul admitted. He lay on the bed
watching Richard undress. Paul only wore a pair of shorts.
“Yeah. What did you think of that Mitchell Knight, Gregg’s
friend?” Richard asked, tossing the shirt into the hamper.
“He’s cute. Why, you after him?” Paul asked with a grin.
“I think so. C’mon, let’s go take a shower upstairs. Maybe he’ll
be there,” Richard said.
“Okay.”
Paul got off the bed and stripped off his shorts and grabbed a
towel. Richard wrapped a towel around his waist. Paul took the soap and
they went up the stairs to the second floor showers.
Richard grinned as they entered the shower room. One of the stalls
was in use and spreading a fine mist throughout the room. They dropped
off their towels in the changing room and then chose the stall across from
the active one and left the door open.
Paul turned on the water and Richard began soaping up Paul’s chest
as they kissed. Rich ran his hands over the patch of brown hair between
his lover’s pectorals and then down his flat stomach. He went around to
Paul’s lower back and grabbed his firm hairless ass, pulling Paul flush
against him.
They continued to kiss and run their hands over each other’s bodies
as the anonymous man continued to shower across from them, unaware of
their activity. Rich continued to hope that it was Mitchell, but for now
any freshman would do.
When the guy shut off the water, Paul dropped to his knees (he
knew the routine) and engulfed Richard’s seven inch hardon. Opening the
door to the shower, Tony Parol stepped out and glanced over at them.
“Don’t you two ever give up?” he asked in annoyance. Muscles
bulged everywhere on his hairless body. He shaved his entire body, even
his pubic area, to emphasize his muscles and penis, which was average size.
“Nope, never,” Rich answered.
Paul got up and chuckled.
“Do you want to join us?” Rich asked.
Tony shook his head. “I’ll let some defenseless freshman fall for
this setup.”
“Your loss,” Rich said.
Tony shrugged and went to the changing room to dry off. Paul
kissed Rich and began to wash his chest covered with thick red hair.
After washing away the soap, he bent to Rich’s left nipple and bit it
lightly. Rich gripped Paul’s shoulders and closed his eyes as Paul got to
his knees and took Rich’s erection in his mouth again.
Paul fastened his lips around Rich’s cock and let Rich fuck his
mouth. Paul tickled Rich’s hairy balls and then found his anus. He
probed the opening with his forefinger and then thrust it up his hole.
Rich spread his legs wide and continued to thrust into Paul’s mouth.
Matching the tempo of Rich’s thrusts, Paul forced the finger
faster and deeper into Rich.
“Nnh. Yeah,” Rich moaned, driving into Paul’s mouth faster now.
Paul thrust another finger into Rich’s hairy butt and then
proceeded to put another one in when Rich froze and clenched at Paul’s
shoulders. Warm salty semen poured into Paul’s mouth as Rich came. Paul
swallowed it and then cleaned off Rich’s penis.
“Get those fingers out of my ass and get your dick in there,” Rich
growled.
Eager to get off, Paul willingly obliged. Rich turned around and
bent over, spreading his legs wide. Paul lathered up Rich’s hairy anus
and then slipped easily into him.
Paul pounded into Rich’s ass while the water continued to spray
down on their bodies. Paul reached around to Rich’s chest and pinched his
nipples as he continued to thrust in and out.
After Paul came, they finished their shower, the need for any hot
young freshmen gone for the time being.

Part 3

The first day of classes began with another exciting trip to the
showers. Mitchell realized that this would probably become his favorite
part of the day. There were more sexy young guys in the shower on this
day, and Mitchell was treated to an eye full, but his favorite wasn’t
there. Although he did get the opportunity to check out Tony which made
for quite a shock. Mitchell hadn’t realized that there were people who
shaved their pubic hair. He thought it was kind of bizarre.
Mitchell dressed, ate breakfast, and then headed off to his first
class, a freshman psychology course he was required to take, and
afterwards he spent his hour break in the library. Even as a child
Mitchell had loved to spend time exploring the library in search of the
different realities found between the covers of the books. It was no
wonder Mitchell wanted to be a writer.
After his hour break, Mitchell headed over to the English building
for his creative writing class. He couldn’t wait to meet Dr. Blake after
all the favorable comments made about him.
When Mitchell arrived, there were three other guys in the class.
He took a seat towards the front and cracked open the book he’d checked
out of the library.
Slowly more students straggled in until there were fifteen people.
Then a tall man, about 6′1″ with long blond hair, pulled into a ponytail,
and bright blue eyes, stepped into the classroom and swiftly made his way
to the front of the room.
Dropping his satchel on the table, he whirled and faced the class.
A wide, toothy smile covered his young, 30-ish, face. Mitchell noticed
the man wore a small gold hoop in his right ear.
“Creative Writing,” he said, favoring each of them individually
with his smile. He clapped his hands together. “I think I was born to
teach this class.”
A few of the students chuckled at this.
“But you will all have to judge this as the course goes along. I
am Dr. Tim Blake, and you all are just names on my class list, but I plan
on changing that real soon by getting to match these names with faces.”
He dug into his satchel and drew out the class list. He called
off the names and noted those not in class.
“Now, to get this class started and to get better acquainted with
each other, I think we should do some writing. Let’s see, what would be a
good assignment? How about you write about what you did this summer?” he
asked.
They all began to reach for pens and paper.
“No, no, no. I’m just kidding. Please, that’s a high school
assignment. We’re in college now, and this is a Creative Writing class.
I’m going to give you a much more interesting assignment. Let’s
see…it’s coming to me now…” He brought his hands to his head as he
thought. The students all waited with pencils poised, and some smiled at
his antics.
“How about this: describe yourself physically and personality wise
as you think I will perceive you as the class goes by. And then, if you
could have any supernatural type power, what would it be? You have five
minutes, so make this as concise as possible. Any questions? Then begin
now,” Tim said.
They all wrote until he said “stop.”
“Now, I want you to come up here and read what you wrote. I’m
sure the idea of reading in front of an audience scares the hell out of
some of you, but you can overcome that fear. We’re all friends here, so
feel free to express yourself. Now, who’s first?”
Mitchell raised his hand; he liked his answer to the power
question, and he couldn’t wait to share it.
“Yes, Mitch,” Tim said, smiling at him.
Mitchell got up and went to the front of the room. Blake took a
seat in the front row.
“First begin by telling us your name,” Dr. Blake said. He turned
around and addressed the class from his seat. “I find repetition is a
great way to remember things.”
“My name is Mitchell Knight,” he started, once Blake had turned
around. Then his eyes turned down to his paper and he began to read.
“Five eight, one hundred forty pounds, short brown hair, and blue
eyes. You’ll see me as creative (I hope) and interesting. You might even
think my writings are a little weird and maybe humorous.
“And to answer your question, I’d want a power where I could make
any power I wanted for myself.”
Dr. Blake smiled and a couple of the students laughed at this.
Blake nodded at Mitchell in approval.
“Very good answer, Mitchell. Good use of the imagination,” he
complimented. “Now, class, do you agree with his physical description?”
The guys in the class nodded. Some murmured a “yes.”
“And I guess your personality is something we’ll have to judge
later. Okay, Mitchell, sit down. Who’s next?”
Mitchell sat down, satisfied with his presentation. He sat
through two more people before one who intrigued him got up in front of
the class. He was about Mitchell’s size, and he was cute in a scholarly
way. He wore brown round tortoise shell glasses over brown eyes. He had
short brown hair that had small curls and waves to it on top.
“My name is Alec Ralac,” he began. Mitchell noticed that Alec’s
hands shook slightly as he held the paper before him to read. Alec had
long thin fingers with tiny, almost invisible, brown hairs growing between
the first and second knuckle.
“I am six feet tall with short brown hair and hazel eyes. I wear
glasses, but sometimes I’ll wear contacts. You’ll think I’m kind of shy,”
here Alec paused to titter nervously. “But if you get to know me, I can
be pretty outgoing. I write some pretty morbid and depressing stuff, but
that doesn’t necessarily reflect who I really am. And the power I would
like to have is the power to end bigotry.”
Dr. Blake nodded. “Good power. Yes, I think all of us in this
room would like that ability.”
The rest of the class was as unpredictable and fun as the
beginning had been. Blake released them with an assignment to write four
poems for the next class period.
“Hey, Alec,” Mitchell called out after him as they left the classroom.
“Yeah?” he asked, turning.
“Do you have another class now?” he asked.
“No.”
“Would you like to go to lunch with me?”
“Sure.”
They headed off together to the cafeteria. Their lunch extended
into an hour as they spoke on any number of topics that they found they
had in common. They spoke of their passion for writing, their common
major, and their similar pet peeves about the world like racism, and hate
crimes against people because of their color, religion, or sexual
orientation.
Mitchell was really glad to find out that Alec was liberal minded.
Mitchell had never come out to anyone, but he fully intended to now that
he had the freedom that college offered. It was nice to know that he would
know at least one person who wouldn’t care that he was gay.
By the time they parted, Mitchell felt like he’d known Alec for
years. They agreed to get together again later on in the week to exchange
some stuff they’d written. They got each other’s phone numbers and then
went to their separate classes.

* * *
Later that night Mitchell was sitting at his desk writing in his
secret notebook. His fantasy again was on Gregg which was who Mitchell
found his mind returning to a lot. This time Mitchell was getting a long,
erotic massage from Gregg that would soon turn into another hot sex session.
Mitchell got up from his desk after writing for a while to answer
the call of nature. When he returned from the bathroom, he walked into
his room to find Gregg sitting at his desk, reading the notebook that laid
out in the open for him.
“Gregg! You’re back from the weight room,” Mitchell stated the
obvious while his mind worked at a furious pace to try and think up an
explanation.
“Yeah,” Gregg answered, looking up from the notebook. “This is
some really good stuff here. I especially like the stuff in the shower.”
“Uh…Gregg, that’s just…” Mitchell fumbled.
“Just what, Mitch? I’m hoping that this is a journal of your
fantasies because I’d like to live out this second one here where we go
back to your room…”
‘Huh?’ Mitchell thought. ‘There’s no way Gregg is gay. No way. No–’
Gregg got up and walked slowly over to Mitchell. He wore only a
pair of plaid boxer shorts with the school name imprinted on them. His
brown hair was still damp from the shower he’d taken after his workout.
He walked up to Mitchell who was still frozen in place and lightly placed
his lips against Mitchell’s.
Mitchell melted into the kiss he never thought he’d receive, and
allowed himself to go with the feelings that were now coursing through his
system.
“We better close the door,” Gregg said, pulling away.
“Yeah,” Mitchell agreed softly.
Gregg moved with athletic grace to the door and closed and locked it.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t lock your door just now, or I
wouldn’t have had the chance to read that,” he said, pointing to the notebook.
Then he pulled Mitchell’s body against him and kissed him full on
the mouth again. His tongue darted out and pried open Mitchell’s willing
lips. Mitchell tentatively slid his tongue into Gregg’s mouth and tasted
the minty mouthwash Gregg had used just a few minutes ago after his shower.
Gregg pulled Mitchell with him over onto the bed. There he
reached under Mitchell’s shirt and started pulling it up over his head.
Mitchell helped, and Gregg tossed the shirt onto the floor. Then Gregg
laid Mitchell down and began to kiss his neck and work his way down
Mitchell’s bare chest. He licked his nipples and swirled around them with
his tongue.
Mitchell felt Gregg kiss his navel where a thin trail of brown
hair started and then ran down into his shorts. He felt Gregg undo the
button on his shorts, and then he was slipping them and Mitchell’s white
jockey shorts off.
“Wait,” Mitchell said, sitting up in his nude condition.
“What?” Gregg asked.
“Shouldn’t we have some kind of protection?” he asked. While his
hormones were in overdrive, he still had one portion of his brain
screaming common sense advice at him.
Gregg merely smiled indulgently and said, “Don’t worry about it.
We won’t need it.”
“No? Why not?” Mitchell asked.
“Shh,” Gregg said, putting his finger to Mitchell’s lips. “Trust
me. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
He gently lay Mitchell back on the bed and then brought his lips
to the head of Mitchell’s erection. His tongue snaked around the glans
once, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the recipient.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Gregg asked.
“No,” Mitchell nodded.
“Then you’re in for a treat.”
Gregg sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around
the head while Mitchell tensed as his sensitive organ was subjected to
such delicious torture. Then Gregg slowly engulfed Mitchell’s erection
until he had the whole thing in his mouth. Mitchell felt the head hit the
back of Gregg’s throat.
Slowly Gregg went up and down the length of Mitchell’s penis. He
brought his hand into play also, stroking up and down the length of his
shaft as his head bobbed up and down. His other hand gently caressed
Mitchell’s hairy sac.
It didn’t take very long for this to have the desired effect.
Mitchell’s whole body tensed as his orgasm hit him harder than it ever had
before. His hands clenched at the sheets and he thrust his erection deep
into Gregg’s mouth as the tremendous, delicious pressure in his groin was
expelled.
“Unhhh!” Mitchell called out, semen exploding from the head of his
cock into Gregg’s mouth.
Consummate expert that he was, Gregg swallowed every last bit of
this tasty virgin sperm. Then he sat back as Mitchell recovered. He
watched Mitchell’s hairless chest heave up and down with each breath.
When Mitchell was okay, he sat up and kissed Gregg. He could
taste the semen in Gregg’s mouth.
“Now it’s your turn,” Mitchell said.
Gregg laid down on the bed and Mitchell pulled down Gregg’s boxer
shorts. Gregg’s penis was beginning to grow, and when Mitchell placed his
lips around the head, it sprang to life. Mitchell admired the size of
Gregg’s organ. It was a little thicker than Mitchell’s and probably an
inch or two longer. He was a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to
suck it very well since it was so large, and he’d never done it, but he
gave it his best shot.
“Don’t hold on to it so tight,” Gregg suggested as Mitchell
grasped the shaft with his hand.
Mitchell loosened his hold and then brought his mouth down around
the head. He made a tight seal as Gregg had done and then he began to go
up and down on it, using his hand in concert. Saliva dripped out of his
mouth as he continued to suck and it slid down onto his hand, but he
ignored this and continued to imitate Gregg in order to gain the desired
reaction. He wanted to go all the way with this experience.
Gregg came after a while, his salty cum spilling into Mitchell’s
mouth. He swallowed it all, and then removed his mouth. He wiped his
hand on the comforter.
“How did I do?” Mitchell asked.
“You did okay. There’s room for improvement, but I can teach ya,”
Gregg assured him with a smile.
“Are you free Friday night?” Mitchell asked, grinning.
“Yeah, why?” Gregg asked.
“I thought we could go out on a date and then later on you could
give me a few lessons,” Mitchell suggested with a sly grin.
Gregg chuckled. “That sounds like a really good idea.”
Mitchell realized that his mornings probably wouldn’t be his
favorite time of the day any more. Night had begun to show some promise.

Part 4

The next morning, after Mitchell finished his shower, he went to
Gregg’s room. Testing the door, he found it open and entered. Gregg lay
asleep in bed, his brown hair tousled and a peaceful expression on his
face.
Mitchell smiled at his lover’s relaxed repose. He softly padded
over to the bed and planted a light kiss on Gregg’s lips. Then he ran his
finger down Gregg’s firm jaw line covered with a light stubble.
“Morning, hon,” Gregg murmured as he woke, smiling at Mitchell.
“Good morning.”
“Did you want to join me?” Gregg asked, pulling back the sheets and
showing his naked body to Mitchell’s appreciative eyes.
“No, I’ve got to get to class. Remember, Friday night,” Mitchell
answered.
“Okay,” Gregg said. “I’ll just stay here all by myself–naked–”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Mitchell said. “I was wondering if we could
talk later.”
“Sure. How about after lunch?”
“That sounds good.”
Mitchell kissed Gregg good-bye and headed off to class. After
getting through a full morning of classes, he joined Alec for lunch and
then went to Gregg’s room to talk to him.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Gregg asked once Mitchell
entered the room and closed the door.
“I wanted to talk about this thing with us and what I should do
about it,” Mitchell answered.
“What do you mean?”
“Like I told you last night, I’m new at this. I don’t really know
how I should react. Should I keep our relationship a secret? Are there
any people I shouldn’t tell? I’ve never really dealt with those issues
before,” Mitchell explained.
“Oh, I understand. You’re worried about homophobia.”
“Yeah.”
“I think you’ll find that people on this campus are really
understanding. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You can
tell whoever you like that you’re gay, and I doubt they’ll even think
twice about it.
“As far as out there in the real world, though, I’d be careful.
Around people you don’t know, I would say, don’t be too obvious. There’s
no telling when you may do something to tip someone like a skinhead off to
the fact that you’re gay, and then pow–the asshole is beating up on you.
Just be careful of stuff like that.”
“Do you know a lot of gay people here on campus?” Mitchell asked,
curious about Gregg’s belief that people at Marcourt would be accepting of
him.
“There are more than you think,” Gregg hinted.
“Really?” Mitchell asked, raising his eyebrows.
“More than you think,” Gregg repeated.
“Like who?”
Gregg just shook his head. “I don’t think that’s for me to say.
You’ll find out eventually all on your own. Either they’ll tell you or
you’ll just be able to tell.”
“Is Blake gay?” Mitchell asked.
Gregg smiled.
“I thought so.” He nodded to himself, pleased with his intuitive
skills.
“Now what are we going to do about us? Is it okay if I tell people
we’re going out on a date Friday night?”
“If you want to. It’s not really necessary. You don’t need to
stress it or anything. You can just say we’re going out. Whatever you
want to do.”
“Well, who’s paying?”
“It doesn’t really matter. We can both pay.”
“Would you like a flower?” Mitchell teased.
Gregg laughed. “No, that’s okay. Maybe I’ll bring you one
though.”
“Wow! This is great. I can’t believe things are so simply. I
thought it would be really tough coming out, and I thought people would
hate me because of it, but so far everything has been just awesome!”
“Marcourt is kind of a sheltered environment. You can be whoever
you want here, and not too many people will judge you for it,” Gregg
agreed.
“It’s too bad the rest of the world can’t be that way,” Mitchell
said.
“There are people working on that,” Gregg assured him.
“Okay, that’s all that I was wondering about then,” Mitchell said.
He stood up and walked over to Gregg. He kissed him passionately.
“Thanks for making me so happy.”
Gregg smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“I can’t wait ’til Friday night.”
“Me neither.”

That night Tony and Gregg went off to lift weights and Jim invited
Mitchell out for some evening tennis. The day was still fairly warm, and
there was plenty of light for them to play by as the sun slowly set on the
horizon. They had a good work out on the courts before they headed back
to the dorm.
“Hey, Mitch, are you going to study tonight?” Gregg asked him once
he got back.
“Yeah,” Mitchell answered.
“Why don’t you meet me down in the lounge. Me and a couple other
guys are going to do homework down there,” Gregg said.
“Okay, I’ll meet you after my shower.”
Mitchell went into the empty shower room and stripped off his
shorts and stepped into a stall. As the warm water cascaded over his
tired body he thought about the different people he’d met since he’d come
to school here. Gregg had said there were probably more gay people than
he realized. This made Mitchell wonder about everyone he’d come into
contact with.
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a couple of guys enter
the room and start up the shower across from him. Mitchell smiled as he
thought about seeing the new anonymous men in the nude once he finished
his shower. He let the shower run long and hot before he finally stepped
out.
Much to his surprise, in the shower across from him stood Rich and
Paul. Rich was on his knees sucking on Paul’s erection while Paul ran his
hands through Rich’s wet red hair.
“Hey, it’s Mitch,” Paul announced.
Rich stood up and looked with a great deal of satisfaction at
Mitchell’s naked body.
“Lookin’ real good there, guy. Want to join us?” Rich asked with
a leering grin.
“No, I don’t think so,” Mitchell answered. For some reason he felt
very uncomfortable in their presence, almost as if the whole thing had
been staged.
“Aww, c’mon, Mitch. Don’t you want me to fuck you up the ass with
this? I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” Rich continued.
He squeezed his seven inch erection and continued to leer at
Mitchell.
“No,” Mitchell answered, and started to walk towards the changing
room. Suddenly he felt a tingling at the back of his skull and immediately
after this sensation, he lost all control of his muscles and froze in
place.
“I’m not going to take that as a answer,” Rich said.
He came up behind Mitchell and ran his hand over Mitchell’s smooth
shoulder. Rich then took his erection and rubbed it slowly against
Mitchell’s buttocks.
“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna love this,” Rich told him.
Mitchell felt his body turn, against his will, to face Paul and
Rich. Rich took Mitchell’s penis in hand and pulled him forward into the
stream of water from the shower.
“Rich, stop it!” Gregg called from the changing room.
“Fuck!” Paul swore under his breath.
Mitchell felt the invisible strings that had been controlling him
disappear. The tingling at the back of his head stopped, and he broke
away from Rich. Looking at Gregg, he saw his lover with his eyes locked
with Rich’s. Invisible daggers flew between the two of them as Mitchell
watched.
“C’mon, Mitch. Get your stuff and let’s get out of here,” Gregg
told him.
Mitchell grabbed his shorts and towel and got out of there as fast
as he could. He went with Gregg back to his own room where he dried off
and got dressed.
“Gregg, I don’t understand it,” Mitchell explained. “I couldn’t
move. It was like some invisible force was controlling my body. What
happened?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gregg said.
“But what if it happens again? How did they do that? Some kind of
hypnosis? I–”
“Mitch, don’t worry about it,” Gregg said, grabbing Mitchell’s
shoulder and looking deeply into his eyes. “It won’t happen again.”
At these words, Mitchell decided he was making a big deal out of
nothing. Gregg was probably right. It wouldn’t happen again. It wasn’t
a big deal. He shouldn’t worry about it…

* * *

“Damn, we were that close!” Rich growled, slamming his fist into
the metal wall of the shower. “Who the hell does Gregg think he is,
coming in here and challenging us. Jack’s going to hear about this,
that’s for sure.”
“Rich, calm down. Come here, let me make you forget all about
Mitch,” Paul offered.
He reached between Rich’s legs and pulled gently on the
now-flaccid member, massaging it between his fingers and slowly bringing
it back to life. Rich responded slowly to this, grinding his hips lazily
in motion to the slow jerking of Paul’s hand.
“Hey guys,” Eric called into the showers, entering the changing
room.
“Eric,” Paul greeted with a satisfactory tone.
Eric was about an inch taller than Rich, but much thinner, not
quite as bulky. He had short silky black hair and brown eyes. As he shed
his towel, Paul and Rich could see his seven inch cock topped off with a
small patch of black pubic hair.
“Want to join us?” Rich asked.
“Boy would I ever!” Eric answered. “I’m so horny.”
“C’mon then,” Paul offered.
Eric slipped past them into the stall and slicked down his body
with the warm water.
“We almost had Mitch tonight, but then Gregg spoiled it,” Paul
explained.
“Yeah, I think Gregg bagged him last night. He’s a little
protective of the kid,” Eric said.
Eric’s penis became aroused under the falling water and when he
turned around, Rich and Paul’s hands eagerly explored his body and
erection. Eric put a hand on each of their boners and slowly stroked them
as he enjoyed the feel of their hands on him.
Then Paul sat down on the floor against the wall and pulled Eric’s
body to him. He brushed his hand along Eric’s small black bush which had
tiny water bubbles in it, and then he ran his hand down the length of
Eric’s penis before he placed his mouth over the head.
Rich went around to Eric’s back and ran his hands between the
valley of Eric’s cheeks. He parted the firm mounds and pressed his finger
against the little pink hole. Eric spread his legs wide and bent over
slightly, putting his hands against the wall.
Taking the soap, Rich lathered up his cock and Eric’s asshole and
then he started to slowly insert his erection into Eric. Paul took long,
slowly pulls on Eric’s erection with his mouth as Rich continued to enter
Eric. Once he was completely inside, he rested there for a while enjoying
the warmth against his cock. His rust pubic hair rested against Eric’s
white buttocks.
Then, as Rich began to thrust in and out of Eric’s ass, Paul
started sucking more urgently on Eric’s cock. Paul put his other hand
between his legs and started fondling himself gently. His other hand held
Eric’s erection in place.
Eric closed his eyes and bowed his head as the action heated up.
The water was hitting him along his right side as Paul sucked expertly on
his penis and Rich pounded into his ass. The feeling of both his pleasure
points being stimulated was incredible.
With the double action, Eric had little control over his orgasm.
It came suddenly after a few thrusts into him by Rich. He pumped his
semen into Paul’s mouth and felt his entire body relax completely after he
came. Rich felt Eric’s orgasm tickle his penis, and then he felt a
greater loosening in Eric’s anus musculature.
Paul sat back and continued to watch Rich fuck Eric in the ass as
he jerked off. Paul could see Rich’s face and watched it tense into the
familiar expression which preceded orgasm. With a few more strokes on his
cock, Paul shot his load over his chest and some onto Eric’s leg.
They both cleaned up Paul and then got out and dried off.

Part 5

During his creative writing class on Friday, Blake made them all
get up and read on of their poems. Mitchell listened closely to Alec as
he read one about the delicate balance between life and death and the
mystery of the latter. Mitchell watched with a certain voyeuristic
satisfaction the minute tremors in Alec’s long, thin fingers.
After class Mitchell caught up with Alec to make plans for that weekend.
“Your poem was just fantastic,” Mitchell complimented him.
“Thanks,” Alec said, grinning sheepishly.
“Do you want to get together tomorrow night?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“I’ll give you a call,” Mitchell promised.

6:00pm found Mitchell dressing after a long hot shower. He put on
a black and white silk shirt with black pants. Then he slipped on a plain
silver ring and some Drakkar. Adding some gel to his bangs completed the
look before he left to meet Gregg in his room.
Gregg looked really sexy in tight gray pants, gray shirt, and a
black and green vest. Mitchell smiled and gave him a kiss.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Gregg answered. “You smell good.”
Gregg sniffed at his neck and kissed him there before they left.
They headed out to Gregg’s Porsche and then drove into the city which was
about a half hour drive to the north.
They ate at a Chinese restaurant where Gregg ordered them a bottle
of wine (Mitchell was underage so he savored the special treat.) Gregg
was also not 21, but the waiter didn’t bother to ask for Id, so he got
away with it.
Then they headed out to a club for a night of dancing. Mitchell
let himself go, not caring what people thought of him. He was out with
his lover, and he was going to have fun whether people agreed with his
lifestyle or not.
“That was a lot of fun,” Mitchell told Gregg as they drove back to
the college, the windows open and the warm night air swirling into the car.
“I’m glad you had a good time,” Gregg said. “I had fun too. But
don’t forget, the night’s not over.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” Mitchell answered.
He rested his hand on Gregg’s thigh, where it stayed until they
got back to the college. Then they went up to Gregg’s room and locked the
door to the rest of the world. What happened inside was for them, and
nobody would be interrupting.
Gregg lit a few candles and spread them around the room. Then he
walked over to Mitchell with a grin on his face.
“You look really sexy in this light,” he whispered into Mitchell’s
ear.
Then he blew lightly into his ear and ran his tongue around the
edge of his ear. Then he slowly licked his way to the center, driving up
Mitchell’s temperature.
They kissed as they made their way together over to the bed.
Gregg slowly undid the buttons of Mitchell’s shirt and then kissed his way
down Mitchell’s smooth chest as he pulled the shirt out of his pants.
Mitchell took off Gregg’s vest and shirt and bit lightly on each
of Gregg’s nipples. He squeezed Mitchell’s shoulders at the love nips and
sighed softly in delight. Mitchell bit Gregg’s bulging erection through
his pants and grabbed the two mounds of Gregg’s ass.
Gregg had Mitchell sit down on the bed and then he took off his
shoes and socks. Then he lightly squeezed Mitchell’s crotch before he
undid the buttons on his pants and began pulling them off. Mitchell
lifted his hips to allow Gregg to slip off his pants and undershorts.
Once naked, Gregg ran his hands over Mitchell’s naked flesh. He
put his head between Mitchell’s legs and ran his tongue over the soft
flesh of his erection, stroking the head and shaft.
Then Gregg stood up and slipped off the rest of his clothes before
he walked nude to the closet. He opened it up and brought out a bottle of
chocolate flavored body oil.
“Lay down on your stomach,” he told Mitchell, smiling.
“What’s that?” Mitchell asked.
“Massage oil that I can lick off your body,” Gregg answered.
Mitchell smiled and obliged. He turned over onto his stomach and
then Gregg joined him. He ran a trail of the oil down the middle of
Mitchell’s smooth back and then put down the bottle.
His wide, strong hands spread the oil out farther, covering all
parts of Mitchell’s back as he kneaded and stroked the flesh. Mitchell
felt the soreness from the dancing leave his body and he felt himself
slowly drift into a state of absolute contentment.
Gregg worked his way down Mitchell’s back, giving him a full back
massage before he returned to lick off every last bit of the chocolate
flavor. Mitchell smiled as he felt Gregg’s tongue take its first taste.
Then he delighted in the feeling of Gregg licking his entire back.
Then Gregg opened the bottle and spread a healthy dollop on the
cheeks of Mitchell’s ass. He spread it in circles slowly over his
hairless cheeks and then placed his hands in the crack of his ass and
slowly pulled it apart. Not sure what Gregg had planned, but willing to
go along, Mitchell spread his legs far apart.
Gregg dripped more oil down his crack and then his finger rubbed
the oil into his crack and down across his anus. The tip of his chocolate
coated finger slipped into Mitchell’s anus and then was removed. Gregg
bent his head to Mitchell’s cheeks where he licked the soft mounds. Then
his tongue licked up his crack and then was digging into his anus.
Using his fingers, Gregg spread open the tight pink hole as far as
he could and then inserted his tongue, tasting and prodding. Mitchell
moved his ass lazily in circles as Gregg continued to poke and prod.
Again Gregg went to his closet, but this time he put away the
massage oil and returned with some KY jelly. He opened this and rubbed
some into Mitchell’s anus. Testing it, Gregg found he could slide one
finger easily into the opening now.
“Get up on all fours,” Gregg prompted.
“What are you going to do?” Mitchell asked, moving into position.
“You’ll see,” Gregg answered.
He smeared some KY onto his erection and then knelt behind
Mitchell, lining up his hardon with Mitchell’s pink little virgin hole.
He placed the head of his cock against his anus and then pushed forward
slowly, allowing Mitchell to get used to him.
“Just relax,” Gregg urged him, once his penis couldn’t go any
further without effort.
“I don’t know about this,” Mitchell said.
“If you relax, once I get it all the way in, it’ll feel great,”
Gregg said.
Gregg felt his words have effect, as the muscles in his ass
loosened up enough so he could slide in. He rested this way for a while
with his pubic hair flush up against the smooth cheeks of Mitchell’s ass.
Then he started thrusting in and out of Mitchell’s tight, hot hole.
“How does this feel?” Gregg asked.
“It hurts a little bit, but…” Gregg’s dick hit Mitchell’s
prostate. “Ahh…that felt good.”
Gregg sped up a little bit and got into a faster rhythm before he
spread some KY onto his hand and then reached around front to spread it on
Mitchell’s semi-hard penis. He teased the head a little bit, and it
signaled its appreciation. Gregg stroked Mitchell’s dick as he continued
to thrust in and out.
“Oh, Gregg, I’m gonna come,” Mitchell groaned a few minutes later.
The pleasure in his groin and ass was too much. Gregg’s answer to
this was to speed up until Mitchell was squirting his load all over the
sheets of the bed. Gregg felt the contractions of Mitchell’s orgasm and
he came too, shooting forcefully into his asshole.
Gregg pulled out of Mitchell’s ass and then lay down beside him.
They kissed slowly and stroked each other’s bodies in the aftermath.
“We should get cleaned up,” Mitchell suggested.
“You’re right.”
He got up and pulled Mitchell up with him. They grabbed one of
Gregg’s towels and then headed naked to the shower room. Mitchell giggled
at the daring of this, but then they were in the privacy of the bathroom
before anyone had seen them.
They took a long shower together, softly bathing the other in
soap, water, and kisses. Then they dried off and returned to Gregg’s room
where they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Part 6

Mitchell brought a few of his poems over to Alec’s room Saturday
night. Alec lived in a dorm just a couple buildings away from where
Mitchell’s dorm was.
When he arrived, Alec had an Erasure CD playing. His room was
decorated with different posters of various alternative artists like
Depeche Mode, the Cure, Morrissey, and REM. His room was filled with dark
and black objects: black sheets and comforter, black lamps, dark brown
carpet, and a black stereo cabinet. A faint hint of incense hung in the
air.
“What kind of incense is that?” Mitchell asked.
“Sandalwood. Do you like it?” Alec asked.
“Yeah.”
He went to his desk and pulled out a stick and placed it in the
incense burner. Once lit, the golden orange tip spun a thin light gray
thread of smoke into the air.
“How’s the music for ya?” Alec asked.
“It’s good. I like it. Which CD is it?”
“Chorus.”
Mitchell went over to the CD stand and glanced over Alec’s
collection, mentally approving of many of Alec’s choices.
“Would you like something to drink?” Alec asked.
“Sure.”
“I made some coffee before you came over. How does that sound?”
“Great” Mitchell answered.
Alec brought out two mugs from his closet and poured the dark brew
for himself and his guest. Mitchell took it and sat down in the chair
while Alec sat on the bed.
“Do you mind if I turn off this light?” he asked, pointing to the
overhead one.
“No, go ahead,” Mitchell answered.
“I like to read poetry in dim settings,” he said as he got up to
turn it off.
A lamp on the desk and one at Mitchell’s side shed the only
light.
“I should probably change the music too.”
Alec turned off Erasure and put in a Ray Lynch CD. Then he sat
down, and they started to read their poems to each other and critique
them.
As the time passed, more coffee was imbibed and they moved into
talking about poetry in general. Alec brought out a poetry book and read
some poems by Alan Ginsberg and Gary Snyder. Then they talked about the
class before Alec had to take a bathroom break.
“It’s all that coffee,” he explained before he left.
Mitchell picked up the notebook of Alec’s poems that he’d been
reading from earlier and paged through this while he waited. A title
caught his eye and he paused to read this one.

A Rant For Love

Damn them for these bars!
Bars of steel
Bars of ignorance
Bars of fear
Bars of hatred.

Within this cage I prowl.
I watch my dark love.
He is all I desire.
Yet within society’s prison,
I hide my lust.

I am an angry, caged thing.
Watch out world,
I will bare my claws:
These words I possess.
And I will shred these bars!

Then he will be mine.

Mitchell nodded to himself, seeing the struggle he’d gone through
in high school reflected expertly in the poem. Suddenly Mitchell realized
Alec had returned. He stood in the doorway watching.
“I like this one a lot,” Mitchell said, holding it up.
Alec entered and took the notebook to look at the poem. He sat
down on the bed.
“Who’s the guy in the poem?” Mitchell asked.
“No one, really…well, kind of this guy I liked last year, but the
man in this poem is really symbolic of all I have liked and those I will
like.”
“I can really relate to that poem.”
Alec nodded.
Mitchell realized that he was really lucky to have found someone
like Gregg at a time when he could safely be in a relationship.
Their conversation drifted into politics then using the poem as a
jumping off point. They talked on a variety of topics which they found
themselves agreeing on. they talked until fairly late until Mitchell
decided he had better leave. They said good-bye, and Mitchell returned to
his dorm.
Back in his own room, he dropped off his poems and then crept to
Gregg’s room. He planned on slipping quietly into bed with Gregg.
Testing the doorknob, he found it unlocked. With an eager smile, he
slowly opened the door.
In the light from the candles burning inside, Mitchell could see
Eric pounding his cock into Gregg’s ass. Gregg was on all fours facing
the door, so he saw Mitchell’s shocked expression and heard the forceful
gasp of surprise.
“Mitch–?”
Eric stopped thrusting and Gregg started to get to his feet.
“How–” Mitchell started but then he choked back the rest.
He slammed the door closed and ran back to his room, squinting
back tears at the betrayal he felt. Once at his room, he realized he
didn’t want to be alone now, so he ran to he stairs and over to Alec’s
room.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Alec asked after he opened the door.
He noticed his friend’s hurt expression and teary eyes. Mitchell
looked at Alec, who now only wore a pair of black boxer shorts; he had
obviously just been getting ready for bed. Mitchell wasn’t sure what to
say now that he had arrived.
Glancing over Alec’s thin, lean body, Mitchell appraised those
thin, long fingers that reminded him of an artist’s delicate hands. Alec
had a dusting of brown hair across his pectorals without any on his
stomach. Mitchell looked into Alec’s brown eyes and felt resolve steady
his emotions.
Revenge.
Mitchell reached out with his right hand and lightly stroked the
soft curls on top of Alec’s head. Then he brought his hand down Alec’s
long, thin neck to brush across his lightly furred chest. Alec just stood
there, not sure how he should respond to this sudden change in mood, but
enjoying the feel of Mitchell’s fingers against his flesh.
Alec stepped back to allow Mitchell into the room, and he followed
eagerly. His hand brushed close the door and then his lips were eagerly
exploring the soft flesh of Alec’s mouth. They kissed softly and
tentatively until Mitchell pressed forward with more fervor and grabbed
Alec’s ass through the cloth, pulling his body against Mitchell.
Pulling back, Mitchell slowly pulled off his clothes. Alec sat
down on the edge of the bed and watched. Mitchell stripped off his shirt
and threw it on the floor. Then he took off his shoes and socks and slid
off his pants. He pulled down his red jockey shorts and his penis began
to stiffen in the warm scented air of Alec’s dim room.
Alec reached out tentatively and touched the head of Mitchell’s
dick. This move gave him courage and he slid his hand down the length of
his quickly hardening length. He cupped Mitchell’s hairy balls and tested
their weight in his soft hands.
Mitchell knelt before Alec and put his hands on the waistband of
Alec’s boxers. He pulled on them gently, and Alec lifted his hips to
allow Mitchell to slide them down his long hairy legs and off his feet.
Then Mitchell ran his hands back up these furred legs to his hairy crotch
where he sported a 6″ hardon. Mitchell stroked its length and then the
heavy balls in their furry sac.
Alec pulled on Mitchell’s shoulders, urging him to climb into bed.
He followed Alec’s tugging, and they laid on top of one another, their
naked flesh pressing warm and stimulating against the other. They gently
kissed and caressed each other’s flesh, tenderly exploring.
Soon Alec’s roving hands found their way back to Mitchell’s
crotch. Mitchell lifted himself up off of Alec and over to the side a
little ways to allow Alec to slowly stroked his stiff rod. Mitchell
watched Alec’s long thin fingers grasp his erection and gently slide the
skin up and down its length, easily bringing warm pleasure to Mitchell’s
belly and penis.
Mitchell reached between Alec’s legs and began to return the
favor. His hand formed a fist around Alec’s cock and he matched Alec’s
speed. He paused occasionally to finger the hairy ball sac and to lightly
stroke the skin between Alec’s balls and anus, but he always returned to
Alec’s penis to continue.
As Alec picked up speed, Mitchell felt the familiar pleasurable
feelings grow and deepen and become more urgent. His hips began to rock
with the rhythm, willing to go wherever Alec wanted to take him. His hand
on Alec’s penis sped up also; subconsciously he kept the pace.
“Uh…Alec…” Mitchell breathed. “We better…ahh…stop.”
“Why?” he whispered, his own hips pumping up and down in time with
Mitchell’s enthusiastic stroking.
“I’m…gonna…ohh…come,” Mitchell answered.
“Do it,” Alec urged, working faster.
“But…it’ll make a mess.”
“Do it,” he repeated.
Lost in the moment, Mitchell went with Alec’s suggestion. With a
few more pumps from Alec’s warm hand, Mitchell let loose his sticky white
torrent of sperm. It shot in about five or six arcs across Alec’s hairy
chest and bare abdomen. One landed in Alec’s pubic hair.
During his orgasm, Mitchell had slowed down considerably on Alec’s
penis, but once he recovered, he returned to his former rhythm. Alec came
soon afterwards, thrusting his hips forward and spraying his semen across
himself and the bed. He lay back on the bed, exhausted, with a satisfied
grin on his face. Mitchell kissed him as he lay smiling.
“We better clean up,” Mitchell suggested.
Alec nodded.
“Do you have some tissues?”
“Sure, they’re on my desk,” Alec answered.
Mitchell got up and pulled some from the box and returned. He
handed a few to Alec and then helped clean him up.
“Do you mind if I spend the night?” Mitchell asked.
“No.”
“Good. I don’t feel like sleeping alone tonight.”
“What happened anyway? You looked so upset when you got here.”
“I walked in on my boyfriend fucking another guy. Actually, he was
being fucked, but…”
“Oh,” Alec said.
Mitchell nodded. Alec pulled Mitchell down next to him, and they
lay together in silence until they both drifted off.

Part 7

Mitchell woke slowly the next morning, almost grudging himself a
return to the harsh reality he had discovered last night upon walking in
on Gregg unannounced. He felt Alec move in bed next to him and then felt
him get up, so he decided it was time to open his eyes.
He caught sight of Alec’s cute little bare ass just before Alec
covered it with his boxers. Mitchell smiled at this and then closed his
eyes again to replay the scene from last night. He heard Alec leave the
room to go to the bathroom.
When Alec returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked
at Mitchell with an serious expression.
“What’s wrong?” Mitchell asked, sitting up.
“I…I just don’t really know how I feel about last night,” Alec
answered.
“What do you mean?”
“It just doesn’t feel right somehow,” he said.
“Didn’t you like it?” Mitchell asked.
“No! It felt really great, but I don’t know if we should have
done that stuff.”
“Why?”
“It’s just that I don’t think our relationship should go there. I
really like you as a friend, and I’m worried about what would happen if we
turned it into something else. I’m not sure I’m ready for something like
that.”
Mitchell nodded.
“Do you understand?” Alec asked with a tense look.
“Yeah, I understand. I think you’re right.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I was just feeling bad last night after I found out that
Gregg cheated on me, and I just kind of went with the moment. I think
we’re better as friends too.”
“Good,” Alec said, relieved.
Mitchell pulled off the covers and sorted through his clothes to
find his undershorts.
“So what are you going to do about Gregg?” Alec asked.
“I’m not sure yet,” Mitchell answered. “I still don’t want to see
or talk to him. I think I’ll just avoid him today and try and think about
things.”
Alec nodded. “If you want to talk later, just give me a call.”
“I will,” Mitchell answered.
He finished getting dressed and then hugged Alec before he left.
“Thanks for being here for me,” Mitchell said.
“No problem.”
Mitchell returned to his room and glanced at the blinking red
light on his answering machine. It had to be Gregg. It was.
“Mitch, look, we need to talk. I think there’s been some kind of
misunderstanding. Give me a call.”
[Beep]
“Mitch, where are you? Call me.”
[Beep]
“End of messages.”
Mitchell sat down on the bed and argued with himself for a while
about whether he should call Gregg or not. He continued to argue with
himself as he undressed, took a shower, and got dressed again.
A knock at the door solved his internal discussion.
“Hi, Mitch. Can we talk?” Gregg asked.
Mitchell nodded woodenly and held the door open for him. Gregg
entered and sat down.
“Look, I–”
“You cheated on me,” Mitchell interrupted. “How can you have an
explanation for that?”
Mitchell snapped a gaze of pure venom on the man he’d lost his
virginity to. The feelings of rage and hurt welled up inside of him and
focused on their source.
“Mitch, I didn’t cheat on you. We didn’t have an exclusive thing.
I never promised you a monogamous relationship,” Gregg said.
“You didn’t? Then what’s with you telling me I didn’t need to
worry about any sexually transmitted diseases? What about our date Friday
night? Didn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Mitch, you really don’t have a thing to worry about, but that’s not
because I was only sleeping with you. And as far as our date, yes, I had
a great time, and it does mean something to me. I’m just not interested
in sticking with just one guy at this point in my life. I still want to
be able to date and have sex with other people.”
“Fine. You just do that then, but I’m not going to be one of them
anymore. We may never have said anything about being exclusive, but I
sure felt that it was implied.”
Gregg shrugged. “What else can I say. It was just a misunderstanding.”
Mitchell just stood and stared at him; he didn’t have anything
more to say.
“I guess I’ll go then,” Gregg said.
“Okay.”
Gregg headed for the door. “Are we still friends at least?”
“I still need to let things settle down,” Mitchell answered.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Gregg nodded. He left the room feeling a slight loss. He’d seen
some potential in Mitchell to sway more towards the romantic side which
was a department Gregg felt a huge loss in right now with his other
relationships. He hoped that after Mitchell calmed down there would still
be hope for a return to their dating and sexual relationship.

* * *

Rich wore a charcoal double breasted suit to dinner that night.
It was a warm end of the summer night, but Mr. Jack Maroe was a man who
liked his officers well dressed even if the night would include both
business and pleasure. As leader of the student organization, Rich
dressed to please what might be considered one of his boss’ little
eccentricities.
“Good evening, Richard,” Jack said, answering the door.
He was a distinguished elderly gentleman with graying hair and a
thin yet solid build of six feet. He was immaculately dressed in a dark
blue pinstripe suit and a conservative blue tie. There was an aura of
authority and royalty about him giving him the certainty that although
physically he might not be much, he was not a man to cross.
“Good evening, Mr. Maroe,” Rich answered, stepping into the foyer.
Jack closed the door behind him, and they walked into the dining
room. The table was set with fine china and wine was chilling in a stand
next to the table. Rich stood while Jack took his seat and then sat down.
“So how are things looking?” Jack asked.
“As good as you had expected,” Rich answered.
“Wonderful. Tell me about Mitchell Knight.”
A short man with light chocolate skin entered the room and began
to serve them.
“He’s just as strong as you sensed. Paul and I tried him the other
night, and it took both of us to take control of his motor skills,” Rich
told him.
Jack nodded, a slight grin crossing his face. “Gregg spoiled your
fun though, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Rich admitted with a hint of animosity.
“Don’t worry. Once he has joined us, you will be free to
‘entertain’ him as often as you please,” Jack said, chuckling.
Rich sipped the wine and then started in on his meal.
“Is he seeing anyone other than Mr. Saxton?” Jack asked.
“Not that I know.”
“I’ll look into that myself then.”
“I prepared a file on some other promising candidates,” Rich said.
“Good. I’ll take a look at that later. It’s time to start
prioritizing for this year. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Speaking of which, when is our next run?” Rich asked.
“Next week. There’s a school board meeting upstate that I have a
special interest in. Hopefully by that time Mr. Knight will have joined,
so we can take him along.”
Rich slyly grinned at the possibility of having Mitchell as early
as next week. “When will he be getting his ’special invitation?’”
“It’s being sent out tomorrow. I plan to see him on Wednesday.”
After this information, their conversation moved on to other
topics including school politics, new building projects, and their
personal lives. Once they finished dinner, they left the dining room to
climb the staircase to Jack’s bedroom.
Jack shut the door behind them and then took Rich into his arms
and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Where shall we go tonight?” Jack asked. “It’s your choice.”
Rich pulled away and paced the room with a pleased little smile.
“How about that little Greek bathhouse?”
“As you wish,” Jack answered.
Rich returned to Jack’s embrace and looked deeply into his eyes.
Out of the corner of his vision, the room began to shift and swirl, forms
distorting and resolving into another place.
The steam and heat from the bathhouse was seeping into the
changing room which was only a few feet away from the main room and barely
separated. Jack began to undress, meticulously taking off his clothes and
folding them as he laid them on the bench. Rich was less careful as he
quickly stripped himself bare.
Rich admired Jack’s trim form. He had thick dark brown hair on
his chest and belly. A bush of hair topped off his short penis and
underneath his balls were covered with a thick coating of brown hair. As
he turned to head towards the bath, Rich watched his buttocks clench and
relax as he walked. A thin trail of hair peeked out between the crack of
his cheeks.
There were only about a dozen men in the large private bathhouse.
All were muscular dark haired Greek men pleased to see one of their
friends come for a visit. They smiled and clapped Jack on the back and
welcomed Rich in a similar fashion.
Jack and Rich entered the water, allowing its soft warmth to
envelop them. A couple of men approached them and started rubbing their
backs in a relaxing massage. Strong wide hands released the tension from
their muscles.
Rich moved towards Jack in the bath. His handsome, nude, personal
masseur followed right behind, not missing a stroke on his expert massage.
Rich put his hands on Jack’s thin hips and pressed his naked, wet body
against Jack’s furry one. He lightly placed a kiss on Jack’s lips and ran
his hands through the thick mat of hair on his chest.
The masseurs began planting light kisses on the backs of their
necks as Jack and Rich began to kiss deeper and with more passion. Then
Rich moved down Jack’s chest and sought out his tiny pink nipples hidden
within the forest of his hair. He lightly nibbled on these before he
continued to kiss his way down to the point where the water met his waist.
Rich reached under the water and grasped Jack’s little penis. He
pulled gently on it and caressed his balls with his other hand. Jack
began to respond to this and his penis soon inflated to its full five
inches. Rich stroked up and down the length of it while Jack’s masseur
began to run his hands into the furrow of Jack’s ass, parting the round
globes and digging at the hole hidden between.
The masseur behind Rich began pouring handfuls of water down
Rich’s back and then rubbed his hands on the slippery surface. He planted
a kiss in the middle of Rich’s back before he too began to run his hands
over the cheeks of Rich’s butt.
Jack reached out and pinched Rich’s hard nipples as he started to
thrust his hips into Rich’s stroking hand. The masseurs fingers were
poking into Jack’s anus now, stretching it wider for deeper penetration by
these long muscular fingers.
Rich’s masseur reached around to the front and ran his hands
slowly over Rich’s red pubic hair and then over his semi erect penis. His
hands began to stroke and pull on this organ, working it into its full
seven inches. It looked huge compared to Jack’s.
He pushed forward now and pressed his body against Jack’s again.
He rubbed his erection across Jack’s belly and felt Jack’s hard little
erection pressing up against him. Then Jack gently turned Jack around and
bent him over. The masseur stood back and got out to sit on the side and
watch with the other men.
Jack parted Rich’s full cheeks and found his hole just waiting to
be plundered. Jack’s masseur continued to rub and massage the flesh of
Jack’s back and buttocks as Jack slowly entered Rich. Once his penis was
buried, he began to slowly thrust his erection in and out. He could just
see it through the steam and water as it disappeared between his pale
buttocks.
The masseur poked his finger into Jack’s ass again, and Jack sped
up. Soon he was sweating from the heat and exertion as he finally came,
spurting his special juice deep into Rich.
They got out then and allowed the olive skinned men to dry them
off. Then they lay on chaise lounge chairs by the side of the bath as
more lazy sex took place under the waters of the bath.
Just as Rich was about to doze off, one of the dark haired
muscular men crept up to him. His hand slid up the length of Rich’s leg
and underneath the towel which covered him. Rich smiled but kept his eyes
closed. The man quietly parted the towel and laid bare Rich’s red pubic
bush with its fine thick white flower.
His tongue lightly lapped at the head and then the hairy ball sac
as Rich’s penis began to swell. The man licked his way up and down the
shaft a few times before he took the head into his mouth. His tongue
swirled around the head and then he slowly lowered his head, taking the
rest of the shaft as he continued to swirl with his tongue.
He then drew back to the tip before plunging all the way back down
to the base. Up and down. Up and down. Faster and faster. Rich
clenched the arms of the chaise and his body tensed slightly as he came,
pouring semen into the man’s mouth.

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels,
though. Those days belong to ancient history.

I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when
I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all
around the world.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a
seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type
of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that…
they are ALL good!

But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close to
is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live
at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask
so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

And of course, here in the States, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn’t have to pay for pussy.

In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man. And
don’t think we can’t be spotted. No matter how casually we dress, the broads
spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office and
hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house. It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in the
merchant marine.

We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn’t seem to mind at all. They seemed
to take it all for granted.

I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep so she could
get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in bed and went to work.
That was when her mom came in and asked me what I’d like for breakfast.

It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I were
alone in the house. She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray woman in
her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled, but I
got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up. They were
fucked up by the GI’s to a certain extent but the tourists hadn’t started
going there yet. These Polynesian broads were probably the best, if there is
such a thing as best. I always liked their directness. To them, sex was no
big deep, dark secret. It was something you did for fun, like dancing or
swimming.

The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else. They’ve
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man. The only trouble
is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don’t have a couple of
pals along. You could end up a naked corpse with a slit throat.

The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers. But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines it isn’t easy to
tell the difference.

But what the hell, who cares?

The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak. Naturally you go
weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go ashore!

Janet was just as well build as she was and just as horny. Her
boyfriend had his dick up her ass and she was moaning in pleasure. She
saw us in the doorway and told me to come in. I looked at Barbara and she
nodded “yes”. I walked in and she followed me in. Now my dick was fully
awake and wanted to get in on some action. I got in front of Janet and
started kissing her and massaging the outside her pussy with on hand and
caressing her tits with the other. Meanwhile, Barbara got behind Mark and
stroked his long dick while he was sliding in and out of Janet. She
pressed her body against his back and was starting to fondle the crack of
his ass.

My aching dick was begging for attention. Janet wanted to be
massaged. So I penetrated her insides with my fingers. She moaned more
as I gently stroked inside her. She was dripping wet and wanted more. As
she moaned and got closer to her climax she kissed harder and we sucked on
each others’ tongues harder. She asked for another finger inside her.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I entered another and soon after another.
I didn’t wanted to damage her and her pussy opened up and relaxed just
long enough to let me in. Finally she yell “Yes! Yes!” I had entered my
whole hand inside her up to my wrist. I moved my hand gently at the same
rythm as Mark was sliding his tool in and out of her back side. Janet
started shuddering in the wild ecstasy of orgasm and her juices came
flowing.

At the same time Mark started cumming, Barnara pulled him out and
grabbed his tall cock and sucked on it to get all the cum. At the same
time, I slowly took out my dripping hand in insert my waiting dick to feel
the throb of her pussy. As her sensation subsided, I started feeling the
massive pleasure wave build inside me. She sensed this, pulled me out,
she laid back on the bed, slipped under me while I was on my knees, and
placed my dick between her breasts and pressed them together so I could
tit fuck her. She massaged her tits and nipples and I came and she spread
the cum all over herself.

By then, Mark was done with his load and when Barbara saw me cum all
over her sister’s chest, she let go of Mark’s flacid dick and started
licking the cum off Janet’s chest. The 2 sisters seemed to become
desperately hungry for cum. They started pushing each other for a
position to get the drops of cum. As my orgasm ended, they were both
trying to suck the drops off my dick. I grabbed a tit from each girl to
try keep cumming and have the moment last longer.

As I relaxed, Janet lay quietly, still enjoying the sensations of her
massive orgasm. Barbara was eager to get her turn, so Mark worked with
her tits and started sucking on her pussy vigorously. Although he was
still out of commission for a little while, he was glad to help out a girl
in distress. Barbara arched back and tilted her head back as if the
motion would draw his togue deeper inside her. She wanted more and had a
finger in her mouth as if she wanted to suck on a dick at the same time.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t ready for another round yet. Then Janet saw the
desire in Barbara and got up and walked toward the closet and opened it.
On one shelf was a huge rubber cock. It had veins like copper plumbing
and must have been 12″ long and 4″ in diameter. It had the right flesh
color and looked almost real. Janet stuck it inside her once about half
way to get some of her pussy juice on it and went to Barbara. She gave it
to her and Barbara started sucking on the end of it. She looked like she
wanted to get the whole thing in her mouth. That cock seemed to be the
thing she was missing for the moment. She came in a massive orgasm and
shook the whole bed. Mark was still eating her and licked up all the
juices that flowed from her.

Then she started relaxing and absorbing the pleasure of the feeling of
her orgasm. She put the rubber cock next to her and stroked it as she
continued to enjoy the feeling inside her.

We all relaxed quietly next to one another. I was thinking about the
experience we had just had. I glanced at the clock and finally noticed it
was 10:30 in the morning. The day was still young. As it turned out, we
stayed with each other the rest of the day to try out some more new
experiences.

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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