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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My jaw dropped. “Where?”

“My ass. Fuck me in my ass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn, she was getting good, Denise thought about Pam. Her
roommate had become expert at pleasing a girl. And more submissive all
the time.
Denise knew Pam was a virgin. Have to correct that. All in good
time. She had just the guy to do it. Keep it in the family. Her
brother Chris would be perfect. But first, she had to get Pam ready.
She’d introduced Pam to a vibrator, both for use on herself and
others. Denise had to admit to her own voyeuristic tendencies. She
got off watching Pam frig her cunt or ass with a vibrator almost as
much as when Pam used one on her.
The evening had gone well. Popping out of a cake dressed in a
bikini for a birthday surprise had been fun, but the real fun had come
later. It was a surprise for one of the members of the soccer team.
After things got really going, she’d had fun with the entire team.
After the birthday boy had gotten in his licks (and sucks, and fucks),
she’d had the entire team. More than once, she’d taken on three guys
at once.
Her cunt and ass were still full of cum when she walked into the
dorm room. Pam was waiting for her. She quickly undressed and laid on
her bed. “Eat my snatch.” she ordered the other girl.
Pam obediently placed herself between Denise’s legs and began
lapping her cunt. As Denise described the events of the evening, Pam
increased her efforts.
“Like the taste of jism? Well, we’ll do something about that this
weekend. Right now, keep licking, I’m almost there.” In little time,
she exploded in yet another climax.
The rest of the week was uneventful. On Friday night, they
checked into a nearby hotel to await Chris’s arrival the next morning.
When Chris arrived the next morning, Denise had Pam ready. After the
small talk was dispensed with, it was time for action.
Denise turned on some soft music. She sat her brother down in a
chair. Turning to Pam, she said, “Dance for us, a little strip tease.”
Pam obediently began to sway to the music, slowly undoing the
buttons of her blouse. Once her blouse had been removed, her skirt
slowly followed suit. After Pam had lingeringly removed her panties,
Denise told her, “Enough for now. Play with yourself.”
Clad in demi-bra, garterbelt, stockings and heels, Pam continued
to slowly dance while she caressed her body. When she appeared quite
aroused, Denise ordered her to stop again.
She ordered Pam to kneel between her brother’s legs. “Unzip his
pants. Good, now pull out his prick. That’s right, now stroke it.
Okay, pull his pants off.”
“Now, kiss the head of his dick. Okay, play with his balls.
Good, now suck his cock.”
As Denise watched, Pam continued to blow her brother,
enthusiastically, if not expertly deep throating his cock while gently
caressing his balls. All the while, Chris was moaning with pleasure.
“That’s it, keep sucking. Deeper. Swallow it. All the way down
to the root.”
Pam compliantly followed orders, deep throating Chris’s cock.
Almost gagging, she continued to suck his engorged penis, stroking his
testicles at the same time.
When it became obvious that Chris was nearing climax, Denise
ordered, “You will swallow all his cum, every last drop.”
Moments later, when Chris erupted, Pam took his entire phallus
down her throat, assuring her getting his entire load.
Pam’s ordeal was far from over. While Chris recuperated, Denise
presented her snatch and commanded the other girl to lick it. The
spectacle of the lesbian action only quickened Chris’s recovery.
When Denise had obtained her own satisfaction and saw that her
brother was ready for another round, she directed Pam to fellatiate him
again. When his cock was at full attention and well-lubricated with
Pam’s saliva, Denise ordered her onto the bed on hands and knees.
Chris, divining his sister’s intention, positioned himself between
Pam’s legs and placed the head of his prick between the globes of her
ass, at the entrance to her anus.
Seeing the look on Pam’s face, Denise demanded, “Don’t say a word.

Take what you get.”
When Chris first parted her anal ring, Pam winced and bit her lip
to stifle a cry. As he began to further violate her asshole, she
fucked back at the invading prick, forcing it deeper into her bowels.
Chris reacted by increasing the speed of his thrusts, pounding into her
virgin asshole.
Meanwhile, Denise knelt before her. “Eat my snatch.” she
demanded. Pam buried her face in the redhead’s muff, sucking her clit
while her asshole was being reamed.
At last, Chris bathed her innards with another load of cum, as his
sister climaxed from the oral ministrations she was receiving.
Denise gave Pam no respite, ordering her to suck Chris’s cock back
to life again. Before long, his prick was again rampant.
This time, Denise commanded Pam to lie on her back, legs spread.
Chris positioned himself at her cunt, ready for the final deflowering.
“Okay, Chris, ram it in her. Pop her cherry.”
Chris thrust his swollen manhood into Pam’s waiting pussy. Pam
let out a cry as her hymen ruptured. Chris gave her no respite,
pistoning in and out of her pussy.
Pam accepted the onslaught, clenching down with her vaginal
muscles. Chris continued fucking until his prick exploded with his
third load of cum. Exhausted, he rolled off Pam onto the bed.

I’m in heaven, Denise thought, as she eagerly sucked the red-
headed cunt before her. At the same time, her own snatch was being
eaten by the brunette.
The red pussy was quickly replaced by a blonde one. Denise wasted
no time resuming her cunnilingus on the new pussy, as everyone adjusted
to the new addition.
Everybody was here now. Soon it would be time to get ready for
the party. But, for now, it was time to enjoy each other. Dennie
could feel her climax nearing as Pam licked. She redoubled her effort
on Judy’s quim.
She felt Judy tremble as her expert tonguing took the blonde over
the top. Her own orgasm was not far behind.
The foursome rested on the bed for a few hours until it was time
to get ready.
Judy dressed all in black. Black stockings, black leather skirt,
black leather low-cut vest that laced in the front, and black heels.
Dennie opted for a green outfit. Green bikini top, heels, and an
almost floor-length skirt, but slit to the hips on both sides. Sue was
wearing a blue micro miniskirt and sheer blouse.
Pam was dressed the most seemingly modestly. A white dress with
long skirt that buttoned up to her neck.
As the guests arrived, they were greeted warmly by their
hostesses. Before long, the party was in full swing.
As time past, the partying became more raucous. Subtle feels were
giving way to overt groping. Following orders, Pam had slowly been
undoing buttons on her dress. First, several from the bottom, then one
at the top. As time went by, more and more of her nylon-clad legs were
revealed.
By the time the dress was undone to near her crotch and her
breasts were nearly exposed, she was approached by one of the men.
“Where have you been hiding? You’re a luscious little treat.”
With that, he took her in his arms and kissed her.
Pam responded to his kisses, opening her mouth to admit his
tongue. As they kissed, his hands roamed over her body. Cupping her
buttocks, a suspicion grew in his mind. He slid his hand between their
bodies. His fingers parted the already mostly opened dress near Pam’s
crotch. Sliding upward, they encountered Pam’s naked pussy.
As the probing fingers explored, Pam parted her legs slightly to
allow better access. A finger slipped deep into her cunt.
Suddenly, the finger was removed. Her would-be lover was led away
by another girl, apparently his date.
The by-play had not been missed. Judy was sitting on the couch
nearby. Her vest now undone, her tits were being caressed by a man on
one side, a girl on the other. She’d watched Pam’s actions. She
called her over.
“I think it’s time to take off your dress, Pam.”
Pam obeyed, undoing the last buttons left holding the dress closed
and letting it drop to the floor. Underneath the seemingly modest
dress it was revealed that she wore only stockings, garter belt, and a
cupless bra.
“Eat me, dear.” Judy told her.
Pam obediently dropped to her knees between Judy’s widespread
legs, slid up Judy’s skirt to exposed her blonde muff, and lowered her
mouth to the waiting pussy.
Judy leaned back and groaned as Pam’s tongue explored her moist
cunt. Without needing to be told, the girl on Judy’s left replaced her
hand with her lips, sucking on Judy’s swollen nipple.
Judy meanwhile had undone the man’s pants to her right and was
stroking his erect cock.
It didn’t take long for Judy to climax from Pam’s ministrations.
She looked down at Pam afterward. “Bill would just love a blow job,”
indicating the man whose prick she’d been stroking.
Pam dutifully positioned herself in front of Bill and swallowed
his dick. Meanwhile, Judy was sucking another dick that had been
presented to her.
Pam rapidly brought Bill off, swallowing his entire load of cum.
She looked at Judy expectantly.
“Betty needs her cunt licked.” Judy told her.
Harry, whose cock Judy had been sucking, moved out of the way.
Pam placed herself between Betty’s legs and eagerly began licking her.
Meanwhile, Harry knelt behind Pam. “Spread your legs.” Judy ordered.
As Pam obeyed, she felt Harry’s member at the entrance to her
vagina. He thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her. Pam
increased the vigor of her licking as Harry impaled her, fucking her
hard.
Across the room, Dennie had discarded her top and was leaning over
a chair as another girl greedily sucked on her tits. Her skirt was
bunched up around her waist as a guy fucked her from behind.
Two men who had been watching Pam commented to Judy, “she almost
acts like your slave.”
“She is.”
“Nah…”
“Watch. You two want her?”
“You bet!”
Betty was reaching her second orgasm when Harry finally came.
After he pulled out, Pam looked at Judy, as if for orders.
“Okay, now these two gentlemen. Guys, what’s your pleasure?”
“A blow job.”
“I’ll fuck her ass while she blows you.”
Pam needed no coaxing. As she knelt on all fours, a stiff prick
was presented to her waiting mouth, while the guy behind her was
loosing up her asshole in preparation for his cock. Before long, she
was being assaulted from both ends, eagerly sucking the cock that was
actively fucking her mouth and grinding her hips against the one
reaming her asshole.
Sue, meanwhile, was watching the action from another chair,
straddling her partner’s lap, his prick buried in her cunt. Her blouse
now open, his hands were reaching around to fondle her exposed breasts.
The two men continued to fuck the willing girl. “God, her
asshole’s tight!”
“And she sucks like a vacuum.”
Pam continued her actions, bringing the prick she was sucking to
an explosive climax. A short while later, her ass was also filled with
a load of cum.
Sue quickly called Pam over. “Suck his balls and my twat.”
Pam placed her mouth at the juncture of the two bodies and began
flogging the exposed parts with her tongue. The sensation drove Sue
wild. “Don’t stop! Keep it up! More!” she cried as she crested to
an orgasm. Pam continued, driving Sue to yet another climax as her
partner filled her with his jism.
Others were starting to catch on to the situation. Another man
walked over to Pam. “Suck my balls and stroke my dick, I want to come
all over your tits.”
Pam acquiescently positioned herself properly and began tonguing
his testicles as she stroked his manhood. It seemed to grow in size
under her care. When she felt his balls tightened, she increased her
efforts and was rewarded with a layer of cum over her tits as she
rubbed the head of his penis over her boobs.
And so it went the rest of the evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

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

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

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

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

“No”

“Why?”

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

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You bastard” she spat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, master” she replied.

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

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

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

“Yes, master” she cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ladies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

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

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

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

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

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

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

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

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

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

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

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

influence.”

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

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

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

Dianne in mock anger.

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

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

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

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

own sister.”

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

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

being under him.

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

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

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

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

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

colleagues?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dawn.

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

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

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

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

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

She was horny as always.

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

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

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

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

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

friend and colleague.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knock at the door.

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

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

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

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

Janine Sloane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I come at a bad time?”

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

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

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

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

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

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

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

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from the other side of the tracks.

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

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

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

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

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

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

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

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

It will all work out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

would be again.

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

with a soiled tissue.

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

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

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

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

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

away.”

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

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was it like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

between Instructor and Student had changed.

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

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

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

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

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

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

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

me.”

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

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

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

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

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

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

What are you up to Mac?”

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

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

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

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

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

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

reassuring herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

appearances suggested.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fucked in over a week.

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

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

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

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

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

next day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were much more liberal.

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

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

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

would.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

little girl watching her teenage idol.

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

“I never screamed out your name.”

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

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

on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

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

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

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

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

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

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

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

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

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

lust.

“Yes.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

parted and a finger slipped into her.

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

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

monthly patron to her open bed.

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

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

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

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

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

firm breasts.

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

expected anyhow.

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

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

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

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lust.

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

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

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

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

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

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

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

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

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

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

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

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

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

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

tried to seduce him out of the game.

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

“I want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poor girl had a crush on someone.

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

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

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

do.”

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

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte was having on her.

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

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

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

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

sexual intent.

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

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

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

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

a roommate or two.

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

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

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

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

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

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

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

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

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

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

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

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

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

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

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

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

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

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

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

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

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

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

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

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

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

soft flesh.

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

“Mmm, yes.”

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

bra during a massage.”

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

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

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

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

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

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

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

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

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

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

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

desired to touch her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

first orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Ron.”

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

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

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

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Here?” she asked.

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

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

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

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

finger inside of her.

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

feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

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

“What? NOW?”

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

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

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

doing; if she was having sex with the group captain again. If Darlene had been in

their room as she was supposed to be, the attack she had just been subjected to

probably would never have happened. Her thoughts were bitter, as she rocked back

and forth still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of lone- liness that

washed over her. She could still feel the pain and humiliation so recently caused

by the hands that had invaded her body.

Slowly her sobs quieted, and a determined look trans- formed her pretty face. Her

thoughts turned to home, to friends at school, a longing for friends and family

swept through her. She looked over at her roommates empty bed again and thought,

‘no I’d rather die than take the easy way out like Darleen has, I just have to

take it.’

She understood why her roommate had taken the captain as a lover. It had stopped

the other men on base from hitting on her, like the continued advances that she

still had to thwart. She thought bitterly, ‘all I want is to become a combat

pilot, not to date the whole damn squadron! Why couldn’t they give me a little

respect? What’s wrong with me, why don’t they like me?’

What had occurred only moments ago, was retaliation for her continual rejection

of her male classmates advances toward her. At first she had tried to explain why

she thought it wasn’t a good idea to become romantically involved with anyone.

Then when that didn’t seem to work, she became more abrupt any of the medical

services for her entire term. She wasn’t all that happy about doing so now, but

she had to talk to someone other than Darleen about her fears and anxieties.

Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over 25 years in the Air Force.

Kriste was disappointed to find that she would get no sympathy there. Lt. Beal’s

solution was simple; “Girl, you sound to me like you’re just a little up tight.

When I was you’re age, I’d have paid to get a bunch of handsome cadets to feel me

up. I suggest that you consider giving some lucky young man a little gift of that

up tight virginity of yours. You just need a some good sex, and you’ll be right

as rain.”

As Kriste walked to Logistics class, the phrase “give some man a gift of that up

tight virginity of yours,” kept running through her head. At nineteen Kriste,

hadn’t had any kind of sex with another person. Could ’she’ be the problem. Was

’she’ the one who was strange, could she have brought on the events of the other

night because she was so up tight about sex? The problem prayed on Kriste’s mind

all day. She had re- mained a virgin because she didn’t want anything to get in

her way, she knew what she’d wanted, and boys just weren’t important enough to

jeopardize her dream.

She couldn’t believe it, here she was at the threshold of realizing everything

she had worked for, and it was turning out to be a disappointment. None of her

class- mates liked her, she was unable to make friends, maybe she had her

priorities wrong after all. . . .

At dinner that evening as Kriste sat alone eating, still with an distracted look

on her pretty face, a young cadet sat down beside her. “Mind if I sit here

sweety?”

Normally Kriste would have said something like, “Hey, don’t call me sweety, I

have a name!” But that evening she just looked at him and gave him a wan smile.

She noted that the man was John Davenport, the guy with the rich family from

Boston. Kriste had never really liked him, he was a loud-mouth as far as she was

con- cerned. And ever since they’d started actual flight training, she had done

much better than him, and he’d been less than gracious about it.

On an impulse, Kriste said, “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

Johnny for once, didn’t have a smart comeback. He sat there with his mouth open

and stared at her for an awkward moment, then smiled and said, “Sure honey I’d

like that just fine. What made you change your mind about dates?”

Kriste took a deep breath, leveled a stare at the young man and said in a

determined voice, “I’ve decided to have sex with a man, and I’ve pick you; so how

about it?” She almost fainted she was so nervous. Making the decision to have sex

with one of her classmates had taken all her courage. She had ignored sex all her

life, now here she was trying to get a man to make love to her. She could almost

hear her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to answer her.

For the second time in rich Johnny Davenport’s life he was left speechless. All

he could do for a moment was stutter, “. . .s. . .se. . .sex. . . with me? I

don’t get it?”

Kriste stood up with dinner tray in hand, and said in a voice that she hoped

sounded sexy, “You’ll ‘get it’ tonight, I promise you. But do me a favor and keep

this a secret will you?”

She stood staring at the young man until as if breaking a trance, he jumped to

life and said, “Ah. . . sure sweety, I promise. . . our little secret. . .”

Kriste stood a moment longer then turned to go, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll

meet you in town at the Blue Bird, why don’t you get a room for us.”

-=*=-

Kriste hurried back to her dorm room with a vicious case of butterflies beating

around in her stomach. As she entered their room she saw Darleen dressing for her

date that night. “So, Darleen, you gonna meet Ronald in town tonight?” Her

roommate was pulling on one of her short skirts that barely covered her bottom.

Kriste wondered how she could sit without showing everything, but then thought to

herself, ‘well that’s probably the idea.’ Bringing her mind back to the question

she needed to ask, Kriste said, “Could you drop me off in town on your way?”

Darleen shot her one of her ‘Darleen’ looks and said, “What, at the library?” She

was being sarcastic again, but Kriste didn’t mind, she was so nervous and

confused, that she actually said, “No I’m meeting Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I

just need a ride is all.”

Darleen stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her roommate. “You’re

what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I’ve heard everything. Why’d you pick a jerk

like that?”

Kriste looked hurt for a moment, then trying to sound confident she said, “I just

need to lose my cherry, I don’t intend to marry the man. I think he’ll do.”

Her roommate must have found something funny about that because she just laughed

and said she’d be happy to drop her off at the motel.

-=*=-

It was after 8 by the time Darleen dropped Kriste off in the motel parking lot.

At the last moment, Darleen felt concern for her, and asked, “Do you want to ask

me anything? You want me to come back in an hour to see if you need a ride back

to base?”

Kriste had already steeled herself for the coming event. She just wanted to get

it over with, and her friends questions were distracting, the words demanded that

she think, and she didn’t want to think right then, so she just said, “No thanks

Dar, I’m OK, but thanks.” She squeezed her roommate’s hand as she exited the car.

Darleen watched the Levi clad woman walk toward the motel office. She thought to

herself, that ‘that bastard Johnny better appreciate what he’s getting to-

night.’ But then she knew that he probably wouldn’t.

-=*=-

After inquiring at the front desk, and getting a leer- ing once-over by the

clerk, Kriste headed for Johnny’s room. She was determined to go through with it.

Just like everything in her young life, once she had made up her mind, she went

through with her plans. . .to the end.

As Kriste knocked on the door she felt her heart pound- ing in her chest, and

could feel her pulse thumping in her throat. As the door opened, she looked into

the room and saw a messy bed with the covers thrown on the floor, and the TV

blaring. Johnny was standing in front of her in his underwear and nothing else.

Kriste knew that he was trying to shock her, to make her nervous, so as

nonchalantly as possible she said, “Embarrassed about size, is that why you’re

keeping your undies on?” She smiled at his blank look, then shoved past him to

the bathroom. Hearing the door close in the other room, Kriste leaned with both

hands on the small bathroom sink, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and for

a brief moment wondered what she was doing. Then out of the corner of her eye she

saw Johnny, now minus his underwear standing in the doorway.

She didn’t move, she just keep looking at her reflec- tion, then slowly moved her

eyes to the reflection of the man behind her. Although she had never seen an

erect penis before, she knew what was between a man’s legs, but she was still

surprised at the actual sight of it. He was fully hard and pointing out and up.

A moment of fear flashed through her ‘that he was too big to actually fit inside

her.’ She hadn’t realized that they got that big. Slowly Kriste turned putting on

a brave face she said, “Well lets get it done OK?”

The young man looked at Kriste, admiring her, thinking how pretty she was, her

straight blonde hair framing a pretty tan face. Her wide set blue eyes and full

lips had always attracted his attention. And now he was going to fuck this babe;

the thought sent a sexual thrill thought his body.

They stood in silence facing each other, Kriste’s eyes locked on Johnny’s pulsing

erection. After a minute or so he started to become a little self-conscious and

finally said, “Hey sweety, we can’t do it with your clothes on, now can we?”

She was startled for a moment then quickly began to strip her clothes off. She

looked like someone who was about to go skinny dipping in freezing water, and

just wanted to get the initial shock of diving into the cold water over with.

Johnny didn’t care that she looked nervous, he just wanted to plunder her body.

He still couldn’t under- stand why she’d put the moves on him. He’d tried so many

times he’d finally given up. That’s why he’d instigated the little nocturnal call

on her room the other night. And. . . ummm. . . her tight little pussy had felt

so good, that had been a little piece of heaven. He still remembered the feel of

her pussy lips around his fingers, and the smell of her. He’d fallen asleep in

his bunk with his fingers in his mouth. And speaking of heaven he thought; ‘man

look at that tight body, this is gonna be just too fine.’

Kriste had undone her pants first and stepped out of them. As she was pulling her

T-shirt over her head, Johnny decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. He

grabbed the surprised girl around the waist and shoved her onto the bed. Her arms

were still above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried

out for him to wait. But Johnny didn’t care: he just wanted to fuck her, and he

was ready.

As Kriste struggled with her T-shirt, Johnny climbed between the young woman’s

thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into her exposed sex. He pulled out

then pushed back in, fast this time, fast and hard. He felt the impact of her

maidenhead and then it gave way all at once and he plunged in as deep as he

could. His head spun, the sensations that assailed him were momentarily

over-powering. She was so tight! It felt like a living glove surrounding his

straining cock. He could feel every beat of her heart pulsing through the warm

walls of her cunt, throbbing around his cock; like nothing he’d ever experienced

before. He was loving it.

Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt as she felt Johnny begin to

enter her. Through the fabric of her shirt she could hear him on top of her

grunting in his effort to gain entrance. Then she felt herself being stretched. .

.more, and more, until it started to hurt, and still he pushed her open.

Lying there hands above her head, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, a man

hunched over her, thrusting into her exposed sex, Kriste didn’t know how to

react. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she had never imagined anything like

this. Then she cried out through gritted teeth as he pushed home all the way into

her. The pain was intense, but her cry didn’t bother Johnny; having reached his

goal he just started pumping away happily, bouncing the young woman’s body

underneath his own.

Kriste’s young body soon recovered from the initial shock, her strong well shaped

legs flexed with each thrust of the horny man on top of her. But it was

uncomfortable for her, the position was an awkward one.

But Johnny didn’t care, he was enjoying the feel of Kriste’s pussy wrapped around

his pumping shaft. He was enjoying it so much in fact, that shortly he began to

grunt with each thrust, until his body went rigid, trembling on top of Kriste’s

as he pushed hard and deep into her and emptied himself into her womb. The only

sound in the room was his gasps for breath as he slumped on top of the young

woman.

After a few moments Johnny pulled out of her and stood up with a big sigh, and

said, “Now that was fun, we’ll have to do that again next week. Or maybe tomorrow

night would be even better.” He was laughing to himself as he wiped his shrinking

manhood with a towel, and began to dress.

Kriste lay still for a moment after Johnny had pulled himself out of her. T-shirt

still wrapped around her face and arms. She wasn’t quite sure what had just

happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn’t she? The slight pain between her

legs confirmed it, his cooling sweat on her chest and stomach confirmed it,

didn’t it? Slowly she sat up on the bed, pulling her shirt back down to cover her

breasts. She watched as Johnny wiped himself and talked about their next time.

To describe the feeling of that unreal moment, all Kriste could think of was it

had been, well. . disap- pointing. She was kind of numb; everything had happened

so fast, and she’d received no pleasure from it. She remembered her girlfriends

talking so lovingly about their men, how good they made them feel. Kriste just

sat there with nothing on but her T-shirt and socks, watching her first and only

sex partner getting dressed to leave.

As Johnny buttoned his shirt, and was ready to depart, he turned to Kriste and

said with a happy smile on his face, “You can stay in the room as long as you

want, I paid for the whole night. And baby, I just want’a thank you for a great

fuck, I really enjoyed it. Maybe we’ll do it again tomorrow night huh?” With that

he pulled the door open and was gone.

Kriste looked at the closed door blankly, totally devoid of any feeling, except

the uncomfortable trickle of his sperm flowing from her used sex.

Not quite sure what to do, the young woman continued to sit where she’d been

thrown only a few minutes before. The thought started to form in her mind, ‘Is

this all there is to it?’ She couldn’t quite believe that that was all, but then

she’d just had sex with a man, and here she was sitting on a bed in a cheap

motel, leaking on the sheets.

A knock at the door startled Kriste out of her reverie. Almost as if in a dream

she got up from the bed, wondering why Johnny had come back, and what he wanted

now. She opened the door and was even more startled to see David, one of her

cadet classmates.