Message-ID: <7140eli$9801091653@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF: Acro Inc. (part 1a) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980109064943.7482.qmail@hotmail.com> Acro Inc. Part 1 The sun was a huge orange fireball hanging just above the horizon. It was warm both in hue and in effect--quite warm for this time of year. It was spring, but here and there patches of snow could still be found. The run-off had not taken everything away. The slightest hint of warm weather brought out the truly dedicated sun worshippers. Jim Calwell was watching those people out of the living room window of his million dollar beach house. Whenever anyone asked what Jim's house was like he'd always joke about his "million dollar beach house." The truth was that it cost him under three hundred thousand and happened to appreciate in value to almost a million in less than five years. It had been a fabulous investment. A similarly great investment were Jim's binoculars. He sat unobtrusively in a chair at the window for hours looking out over the beach and lake. In the winter he saw very little of interest, but now he was starting to see sights like he was concentrating on now. Two teenage girls had found their way down to the secluded spot near his house. They had planted an umbrella at about noon and had sat under it all day. At first they were wearing T-shirts and shorts, but eventually, as they grew comfortably with the idea of being alone on the beach, they had stripped down to their tiny little panties. Jim watched in awe as they slowly revealed their perfect young bodies. The one girl, a blonde, was tanned evenly all over. She had a perky, elf-like face and a sleek build. Her grapefruit-sized tits were perfect globes that sat high on her chest, as tanned as the rest of her. Her brown aureoles spread out like pools around her wind-stiffened nipples. Her friend was more of a mystery. She was obviously less of a sun goddess and removed her bra hours after the blonde did. Jim felt it was worth the wait. Perhaps because they weren't tanned, this raven-haired beauty seemed to have breasts like jewels. They almost glittered as Jim watched. They were smaller than the blonde's, but seemed fuller, more alive. Jim found himself wondering what the brunette's cunt looked like. Did it shine out from the rest of her body like her tits seemed to? Jim had managed to unzip his fly and pull out his hard cock without putting the binoculars down. He'd had plenty of practice. Now that the sun was disappearing, the girls were getting ready to pack up, and Jim's carefully nursed hard-on, which he had been keeping expertly on the brink all afternoon, was given relief. He stroked it briefly and watched as stream after stream of orgasmic effluvium hit the window sheers that his wife had put up just last month. The rest of his cum dribbled out onto the carpet. "Fuck," Jim exclaimed, "those sweet young tramps have no idea what they did to me. God, I can't believe how horny they made me." "How horny who made you?" Jim had not heard his wife come home. He dropped the binoculars in surprise. "Goddamnit you scared me... I was just..." Jim tried to stuff his still dripping prick back into his pants. Jane had a smile on her face as she came over to join Jim at the window. "You naughty little boy. Have you been jerking off?" Her eyes glanced away from Jim's fumbling hands and ineptly enshrouded dick to the streaks of semen flowing down her curtains and staining her carpet. "Oh my god Jim! Look at the mess you made of the living room. You've cummed up and down my new sheers, and on the carpet." Jim looked up at his wife, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I guess I should have been more careful... about shooting my load all over the place. But if you had seen the bitches I was looking at today -- I mean they were hot." Jane smiled again, still shaking her head at the mess Jim had made. "They were hot were they? Hotter than me?" Jane struck a pose. Jim had to admit his wife was gorgeous. She stood five-foot- eleven, exactly his height. But she wasn't awkwardly tall. Every inch was perfectly proportioned. She was now thirty-two years old and ran her own photograph brokerage, but in her teens and twenties she had been a model. It was her legs that had kept her employed constantly. They were flawless. But sitting atop those legs was Jim's favourite part: her ass. It was firm yet sumptuous, and flared out just the right amount from her slim waist. He had given her a body bracelet three years ago; it accentuated an already great transition from waist to hips. In her current pose, Jane was emphasizing her tits by arching her back and thrusting her chest forward. In the silky white blouse she was wearing, they certainly looked great: round, firm, and full like every pair of breasts should be. Her nipples pushed insolently at the clingy fabric. Jim, now a chastised little boy, looked into his lap and admitted, "You're definitely the hottest bitch in the whole world." She kicked gently at him to get his attention again. "This hot bitch wants you to eat her until she passes out. If you do a good job with your tongue on my pussy, I'll clean up your mess for you." Jane had been at work all day on a proposal for Reitman and Ward, the major advertising conglomerate, to use her photos instead of Imagebank's. It had been particularly exhausting. She could think of nothing better to teach her husband a lesson than getting him to use his expert tongue to thrill her clit. Cleaning up some of his stale spunk--hell, licking up some of his stale spunk--would be an apt payment in return. Jim submissively slipped out of his chair to his knees and pressed his face into the front of his wife's grey skirt. Jane put her hands at her sides and slowly started pulling up the three- quarter length wrap-around. When she had the hem at the top of her black stockings she slowed the pace even more, enticing Jim. Impatiently Jim sniffed up under the rising hem and caught a hint of the scent of Jane's pussy. It was sweaty from the long drive out of the city. That musky fragrance made Jim's withered dick spark back to life. As his hard-on grew, so did his wife's enthusiasm for her little striptease. She looked down over her bosom to the top of Jim's head and the edge of her skirt, which was now revealing the straps of her black garter belt. She moved her hips back and forth; Jim followed every move as if his face was affixed to her pelvis. When she finally got the skirt all the way up, she lifted her right leg up on the chair that Jim had been sitting in. The crotch of her black lace panties was right beside Jim's cheek; she could feel his breath on her inner thigh. "Come on, baby. Can you smell my cunt? Doesn't it smell good? I bet it's really tasty." Jim looked up at his wife's beautifully sculpted face. High cheekbones and doe-like blue eyes were framed with short blonde hair, expertly coiffed. "Eat me," she begged. Jim reached up with his right hand and pulled the black lacy fabric away from her crotch, tugging roughly to get at the treasure. He pushed his face into the mass of golden pubic hair, his nose resting right above her clit. He inhaled deeply. Moving away far enough to unmuffle his voice, he said, "Actually, baby, your cunt smells a lot like sweat and stale piss." He was teasing her; although it was a little sweaty, her pussy had the heady scent of sex laced through it. She grabbed his hair and pushed his face back into her crotch. "Then I guess you'll have to lick all the sweat and piss off before you get to the good stuff. I'm really starting to juice up, you bastard. Eat me!" The time for teasing had passed. Jim snaked his tongue out and scooped it upwards through the tangle of hair that obscured the pink opening to Jane's vagina. She pointed her raised knee out further and bent the other one slightly. This move made her cuntlips blossom like a time-lapse sequence of a flower. Jim went wild. He lapped heartily at her labia, purposely avoiding her clitoris for a while. Her gash was soaking wet to start with, but his saliva soon made her literally drip. Shuddering, Jane said, "God, Jim, that's feels so good. I was thinking about getting you to lick me. All the way home while I was driving, I could hardly concentrate." Jane turned her head to look behind her out the picture window. It was early evening now, and, from outside, they were obviously silhouetted in this position. "I bet those two little cunts on the beach don't get treatment like this. Some clumsy teenage boy has probably tried to slip his cock into them, but he probably ended up giving them a cum shower because he couldn't hold it in. You'd teach them a thing or two, wouldn't you honey?" Jim hummed and nodded. The added vibration made Jane shiver again. "Much more of that, lover, and you'll have to move me to the chair. And I don't really want to sit down, because I was going to ask you to give my asshole a little lick too. Could you do that, baby? Could you lick me where I shit?" She was stroking his head while she cooed out her lecherous desires. Without answering, Jim grabbed his wife hips and roughly spun her around. Still wearing her high heels, she was not as agile as she could have been; her legs twisted up and she fell. "Fuck," she exclaimed. She rose to her knees in a crawling position on the carpet, her firm panty-covered ass upturned. Her nose was inches away from Jim's puddle of congealing semen. "Okay, baby. I won't bother standing up again. Eat my ass, now." Jim grabbed the side of her panties with two hands and tugged as hard as he could. They ripped and he tore them away completely. She reacted without surprise or anger, even though he had bought her this panty and garter set in Paris. "Yeah, baby, take control. Fuck my little asshole with your tongue." The puckered bud of her asshole was quite appealing. In this position, Jane was displaying her most intimate charms. Her drenched pussy was gaping and swollen with arousal. The small distance of perineum between one hole and the next was dark and goose-bumped. Jim kissed Jane there for good measure. She moaned. But her asshole was what she wanted him to lick now. It was a puckered brown opening that Jim knew was pink just below the surface. "Wink at me with your asshole," Jim said. She complied: the ring expanded and contracted, showing, then hiding, that pink interior. Tempted by the rhythm of her anal flexing, Jim dove tongue-first into his wife's ass. She squealed with delight as he jammed the pointed tip of his tongue deep into her bowels. "Yes, you fucker, taste me deep. Deeper." Jane churned her hips in response to the expert analingus. All Jim could do was mewl in the back of his throat, making incomprehensible sounds of lust. Jane supported herself with her left hand and used her more agile right hand to undo the buttons of her blouse. She had an urge to play with her nipples. But as soon as she had pulled her blouse open all the way, she decided that getting her bra off would be too much trouble, so she slid her hand down between her legs and diddled her clit instead. Eventually she had three fingers stuffed into her cunt and her wrist occasionally bumped her husbands chin as he ate her butthole. The shivers that had racked her body all along now tumbled upon one another, building in intensity until she knew a full-blown orgasm was on the way. "Give me all you've got, baby. I'm going to blast off. Eat my ass. Keep eating it until I finish cumming. I want to see... if... unghhh." Her voice faded away into mere murmurs which eventually built back up into a wail as her orgasm washed over her. Jim did as he was told, as much as she squirmed around. He kept his tongue buried up her ass until she was completely spent. When he withdrew his tongue he gave her ass a playful slap. "So, you hot little tramp, what gave you the craving for an asslicking?" Jane, who was curled up into the fetal position with her office attire in disarray around her, simply groaned. But Jane eventually got up the strength to tell her husband about the day she had at the office... It began pretty much as any Sunday morning. Light traffic into the city and a freshness in the air that comes from fewer cars polluting what we breathe. Jane was driving her brand new Pontiac which she was leasing as a company car. She loved having a successful business which allowed her to write-off everyday items as legitimate business expenses. As she drove along, she got the usual second looks from men in the lanes beside her. They were intrigued with her radiance and apparently detached appearance. Some would even describe her as an "aloof bitch," but anyone who knew her would not agree. She was simply confident. Her husband had been asleep when she had left the beach house. She had gazed longingly at his semi-stiff morning dog, but resisted the temptation to wake him up with a blowjob. She had an important proposal to finish and Darryl and Lara were going to be at the office at ten sharp to help her. She pulled around the back of the office tower were a few open air parking spaces lined a central courtyard. On weekends, tenants were allowed to park there. During the week they were obliged to use the spooky underground garage. Jane was thankful it was Sunday and she was early enough to get a spot. She parked and collected her briefcase and mini-cassette recorder. Many a great idea had been spoken into that thing. She intended to play back recent tapes this morning to get her creativity limbered up. It was like brainstorming with herself. When she unlocked the office on the twentieth floor, Lara and Darryl were not there. On Sundays they could afford to be a little lax about time, but Jane would not stand for tardiness during the work week. She went into her office and closed the door. Already the images of her husband's thick prick draped across his stomach this morning were coming back to her. She sat down and gave her tits and painful squeeze then thumped her fists down into her thighs to try to dispel some of the lust coursing through her. She loaded a tape into the mini-recorder and pushed PLAY. To Jane's surprise the voice that came on was not her own. "Well, Mrs. Calwell," said a strange man's electronic voice. "You finally played this tape. I wonder what you're wearing right now. Are you in the office? Maybe you're at home in bed trying to catch up on some work just before going to sleep. "Or maybe you're in the bathtub. "Wherever you are, and whatever you're wearing, I know you look sexy. You're the best looking woman in this building... probably in the city." Jane was almost blushing at the man's apparent sincerity, but she was both frightened and excited by his intimacy. "I think about you when I jerk off." Jane pushed STOP. She felt like throwing the tape away. Who was this pervert? The she decided to hear the entire thing and see how she felt afterward. She pushed PLAY again. "I get my cock all hard and throbbing, then I stroke it for you. Your tight ass, and your perky little schnoobs are what I like best. But I bet your cunt is nice too. "I bet your cunt smells like roses. I know you've had a lot of cocks up there, but it still smells fresh like it did when you were a little girl. "If you ever let me come into the women's washroom with you, I'll let you watch me jerk off while you used the toilet. We could be in the same stall together and nobody would know. My cock would be right in your face while you took a shit and you could suck on it if you wanted." She wondered what this guy was on. "I'd love to see your slutty little lips wrapped around my dick, especially while you were taking a shit. Then I'd push your head all the way down and force you to drink all my cum when it squirted out." Jane winced, but she let the tape run. "Then, you know what Jane? I'd make you get off the toilet and turn you around. Your turd would still be floating in the bowl, but I'd kneel down and lick your asshole anyway. Would you like that Jane? I think you would. You want a guy to lick your shit up so you don't have to wipe yourself, don't you?" The man laughed and the tape went silent for a moment, then the silence was replaced by her own voice dictating a note about the photographic filing system codes. Jane pushed STOP and settled back in her chair. Then she noticed the quivering in her lower stomach. Curious to know if she had subconsciously been turned on by the pervert on the tape, she leaned forward and slid her hand awkwardly up her skirt. The crotch of her panties was damp and when she pulled it aside to touch her labia, she found them very moist indeed. What was wrong with her? Could she have actually enjoyed the depraved suggestions of the man on the tape? Strangely she knew that she had. She was already formulating a plan to get her husband to help her realize the fantasy. Still, Jane thought, she should undoubtedly be worried about the identity of the guy on the tape... he obviously worked in the building and had access to her office so he could record over her personal mini-cassettes. Was he a psychotic sex killer? Or just a harmless pervert? She would have to find out. So that was what had prompted Jane to go hog wild with her husband after his little masturbatory escapade with the binoculars and the beach bunnies. Jane had changed into her silk robe while she was relating the story, and was now lounging on their king-sized bed. Jim cleared his throat. "That's certainly a hell of a story. Do you have the tape with you?" "Yeah. I have it in my briefcase. Who do you think the guy is?" Jim shook his head. "Maybe one of the office boys. Hell... it could be your banker or your lawyer for fuck sake. It could be anyone. You're a sexy little cunt... and lots of guys know it." She scratched her chin in thought. "Yeah, but that stuff about eating my shit. I mean, how many guys would want to do that?" "Well you shouldn't ask the guy who's just had his tongue up your ass for twenty minutes," Jim laughed. "But seriously, you've heard the joke about the girl who's so gorgeous `You'd eat the peanuts out of her shit'? Well it's the same thing. He probably doesn't even mean it literally." Jane was smiling. "Come here, you. I love you a whole bunch, you know." She flipped open the front of her robe and held her arms out to him. His gaze roamed over the ruby tipped mounds of her breasts and the golden triangle of fuzz between her legs. Then he slipped between her outstretched arms and kissed her on the mouth. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, "And, you Mrs. Calwell are the sexiest woman I know and I'd eat the peanuts out of your shit anytime." She laughed hysterically and batted him friskily on the arm. When Jim awoke the next morning, his wife was already up. The first he saw of her was her naked ass and legs as she bent in front of the bed to pull on her panties. Fresh from the shower, she practically glowed vitality. He hair was still a little damp, so when she turned to smile at him, she reminded him of a water pixie he had seen in a children's book once. But no children would be allowed to see the full ripe tits that adorned this pixie's chest. "Morning sleepyhead," Jane cooed. "Yeah," he muttered as he stumbled toward the bathroom. She followed him and hugged him from behind as he stood in front of the toilet. The warmth and humidity of her nearly nude body pressed into his back was very distracting. "How am I supposed to take a leak with you hanging all over me?" he asked. Looking down over his shoulder, Jane saw how he seemed to nonchalantly point his dick in the general direction of the toilet bowl, without even using his hand to aim. "I'll never understand how men do it standing up." She slipped a hand between them and rubbed a finger up and down the crack of his ass. "Maybe you need a little coaxing." She pushed her middle finger against the opening to his shitter. "Are you going to stick your finger up my ass?" "Maybe," she answered, pushing a little harder. "I think you are. Do you think that's going to help me piss?" Jane shrugged. "I don't care what it does... it feels good." "You're right about that." Jim forgot about trying to pee and pushed his hips back, forcing his asscheeks apart. Jane took advantage of the increased leeway and slid her middle finger in deeper. "Does it hurt yet?" "A little," Jim grunted. "Good." She shoved a little more. "How about now?" Jim leaned all the way over the toilet, fully exposing his butthole to his wife's whims. "Yeah. It fucking kills." Just pantyclad, Jane felt as if she was completely dressed with her husband in such a vulnerable, naked position. She wormed her finger further into his rectum and wiggled it around in his bowels. She noticed his cock twitch in response. Suddenly she pulled her finger out. Jim barked in agony. "Damn you, next time use a little lubrication or something." She giggled and sniffed at her anus-scented finger. "Phew, you stink. And I have to go to work." Jim ignored her and concentrated once again on taking his morning leak. Jane kissed him goodbye and busied herself with dressing and getting ready for the office. Jim Calwell Associates was a small firm specializing in corporate communications and training. Jim had started the company two years ago after the equity in his home skyrocketed and he got sick of working for a big corporation. The irony was, now that he owned his own business, he kissed up to the big corporations more than he ever did as an employee. Getting big, dependable clients was very difficult, and hanging onto them could be even more difficult. After all, it took just one suggestion from an executive to "try another firm" and Jim had to start selling all over again. Still, he liked the work, and he often was able to combine business and pleasure by getting his wife's company to supply the photographs needed for a major corporate image campaign. Today, however, he was on his own. His secretary, a cute little Oriental girl named Nina, called in sick. His part-time writer and creative consultant, Wendy Hooks was in Cleveland at a seminar he thought she should attend: "Creative Selling." So Jim put up his feet and pondered the new corporate identity program he was putting together for RJR/Nabisco, his biggest client yet. They had started a new food division which they wanted to distance from the overpackaged, "fast food cereal" image of the Nabisco tradename. Mulberry Foods Inc. was supposed to be a down- home, darn-good food company. Jim had to come up with something to make the public fall for that crock. Putting cynicism aside, he leaned back and thought about how horny his wife had been in the last little while. She was being really nasty, getting into talking dirty and doing things she didn't normally do, like fingering his ass while he was trying to piss. Jim couldn't figure it out, but he sort of liked it. He figured her behaviour was linked somehow to that bizarre tape she had listened to at the office. Thinking about his wife, instead of Mulberry, made Jim start fiddling with his dick through his suit trousers. He soon had a raging hard-on going and decided, since he was alone, to take it out and relieve the pressure by jerking off. Maybe once he got this load of cum out his system, he'd be able to concentrate on the Nabisco problem. He lazily stroked his prick and almost fell asleep in the chair. Jim decided he needed a catalyst, something to add excitement to the pleasure. He reached over and hit the button that dialled his wife's number at the office. Jane answered on the first ring, "Visual Treasury. Jane Calwell speaking." "Horny fucking husband. Jim speaking." She snickered over the phone. "What are you doing? I'm expecting some clients in a few minutes!" "You're alone now aren't you?" "Yeah." "Well, so am I and I have my cock out and I'm stroking it. How does that sound?" She hummed in the phone. "Delicious. Make sure you tell me when the cum is going to shoot out... I'll imagine it's spraying all over my tits." She squirmed in her chair. "Actually, after this morning, I was kind of thinking you deserve it up the ass." She whispered back, "You want to fuck me in the ass? Wow. I never thought... well, maybe you'll get your wish as soon as I get home tonight, you horny little fucker." Jim swallowed hard as he thought about actually sliding his tool up his wife's butt. "You're a slut aren't you Jane darling?" "Yeah. I really am a hot slut who wants you to hose out my asshole with your cream. Maybe you'd like to do other things to me, baby? As your personal slut, I think you should tell me." "Would you like to be degraded, slut?" "You mean in public? Embarrassed and humiliated? What are you going to do, baby?" Jane voice had become very small. "What if I made a videotape of you in the shower and showed it at our annual barbecue? All soapy and wet. Don't you think all the men at the party would want to fuck you?" Jane unbuttoned her top blouse button to get a little more air. Her husband was getting her very worked up. "Go on, baby." "If your brothers were there, even they would want to fuck you. Would you want your brothers to fuck you, slut?" Jim was letting his mind run free. It seemed like the stroking of his hand was like the devil's reel pulling him downward into depravity. Jane was forcing herself not to slide her hand under her skirt, knowing that her clients would be there soon, but she croaked back an answer: "Yeah, Mike and Patrick could fuck me." Jim loved how hot he was making the phone conversation. "At the same time? One in your cunt and one up your ass. Maybe I'd come along and stick my cock in your mouth for good measure." "All three of my holes? Filled with the cocks of men I love? Wow. Tell me more." "Maybe the rest of the people at the party would be watching. Maybe they'd all want to get in on the act. All the women and children too. You'd be surrounded by groping hands, throbbing cocks of all shapes and sizes, and some steamy pussy that needed attention too. What would my little slut do with all that sexual equipment surrounding her?" "Ummm, sweetheart," her voice turned serious, "I have to go. Have a nice day." She gulped and cradled the receiver as her newest clients arrived. Jim dropped the phone when his wife hung up and brought himself off. The semen squirted up and landed on his desk blotter, he stood to let the remnants dribble onto the blotter as well. He felt truly satisfied and wondered where he had thought of that stuff about Jane's brothers. Jim was frustrated for the rest of the day. He could not concentrate on the problem of Mulberry Foods. His cock wouldn't stay soft. It seemed to dance to attention at the slightest movement of his pants. To get his mind off work and his wife, he decided to visit his niece, Stephanie, who worked on the other side of town. Stephanie was his sister's kid. She was sixteen years old and as cute as a button. In the last year, Jim had developed the hots for her in the worst way--but he always managed to control himself around her. As Stephanie had matured, she had become interesting to talk to as well as a pleasure to look at. She was a horse fanatic and had secured a job at the local stables while she finished school. Jim had watched her ride on many occasions and she was damn good with the horses. Jim always found himself distracted by her nubile young body in the riding outfit, but he noticed enough of her riding skill to be able to critique her after she dismounted and ran to hug him. "Your stirrup work is fine, but I'd use a little less of the bridle. The horse seems to read your mind, he doesn't need any extra persuading." Jim had ridden awhile himself, but soon he felt his advice would not be required. "Thanks, Uncle Jim. The horse feels so good between my legs that I guess I just get carried away." Jim almost choked when Stephanie said that, but instead he glanced at the sheath hanging down from between the horse's legs and briefly imagined Stephanie under there getting her little pussy stuffed full of horsecock. It was a bizarre thought and he snuffed it out quickly. "You know in the old days young girls weren't allowed to ride horses for just that reason." Stephanie scrunched up her pugnose and tossed her blonde braid to one side. "What do you mean?" She tied off her horse and started undoing the leather straps of the tack. (to be continued in Part 1b) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |